Ff Queen Novels & Stories

Qhawekazi asked and that just pushed the queen mother over the edge. “Qhawekazi!!” reprimanded the queen mother. “Well, if it’s true then we all know what that means right?” asked the woman with a conniving smile. “No one is stripping me off my powers! I can still win this, I always do.” The queen mother said with confidence. “So, who are you going to kill now to secure your seat on the highchair?” asked the woman.

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.

Being startled, Madam Queenie Qamra shouted melodiously. The glass hit the chair beside the chair where Mrs. Queenie Qamra was sitting. Madam Queenie Qamra was really and really afraid of her son right now. Mrs. Queenie Qamra stood up and approached her ‘biological son’. She would slap or hit or beat her ‘biological son’ who had made fun of her. Yet, once she had been near her ‘biological son’, her ‘biological son’ also stood up and she had to look upwards in order to look at her biological son’s eyes. Although he was merely ten years old, he’d been much taller than her.

He didn't intimidate me, not anymore. "Are you okay?" I asked Fiyona, tilting my head to the side to look at her. She took a deep breath and nodded. "I am Fiyona Aine." She mumbled under her breath like that gave her strength. She said it so low that even I could barely hear it. She walked out and took long steps to reach her mate. Tears gathered in Faelern's eyes as he extended his arms, wanting to hold her. Fiyona ignored his arms and slapped him across the face. Hard. His face snapped to the side, and he cupped his cheek.

He placed a hand on his chest and heaved a nervous sigh. “Don’t be scared, I got your back. Just trust me in this because this will be fun. I just need to play my cards right to get my desired outcome.” I gave him a convincing stare which he returned with a reluctant nod. “I’m the queen here, they fear me,” I joked, winking at him. “You sure are. Almost everyone is talking about you on the internet, just saying.” “Wait do you have an Instagram account?” I asked, raising my brows expectantly.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Wendy and the others had maniacal smiles on their faces, and Faye could not bring herself to do nothing anymore. She chimed in and said, “Zayn, Queenie has already had enough to drink.” Zayn took a glance at her. Even though Faye was a pleasant-looking girl, her beauty was still inferior to Queenie. His goal tonight was Queenie, and he refused to believe that Queenie had a boyfriend. He had been watching Queenie for a long time, so he was well aware of whether Queenie was in a relationship.

Then I saw them—green-silver eyes staring at me, wide with concern. “Hey,” a soft voice said. Her hand slipped behind my back to help me sit up. “Are you okay?” I blinked again, adjusting to the sight in front of me. The Fae Queen. She shifted nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “What do wolves that are… pregnant eat?” she asked, biting her lower lip like a child caught doing something wrong. I stared at her. Was the Fae Queen-who is normally regal, graceful, and mysterious—chewing her lip in confusion over what to feed a pregnant wolf?

“This time the voting had been done my only major packs.” I think whoever the woman was, was trying to take a dig at the fact that Alpha Charles’s pack wasn’t all that big, but Alpha Charles simply smiled at her. “Shall we get on with the proceedings, Ms. Valecha?” He asked her instead. Startled, I looked back at the woman, this time more closely. Blonde hair with a hint of pink to it and eyes a bright amethyst…there was no doubt in my mind that this woman was the Fae Queen…my supposed grandmother. However, every single cell in my body rejected the idea of even calling her my grandmother.