Fiona Queen Novels & Stories

I nodded. “I know. I will write a report for this tardiness,” I said to her and she nodded. “Who is she?” Penny asked as she pointed her finger at Freya whose eyes were wandering the place. “She’s Freya, she’s Giovanna’s nanny,” I said and Penny nodded.

“What's going on with me?” The smile never leaves Fiona's face, “that's what we are going to figure out together, Queen,” she softly takes my arm in hers and I want to pull back due to the sharp pain in my skull, but I force myself to stay put. Fiona ties a rope around my forearm as she cleans the spot in the middle of my wrist. “So tell me, Queen, what's your favorite thing to do?”

They’re pinned shut and nearly as red as her hair, which I believe is Fallon’s doing. “That is better, isn’t it?” Fallon giggles, but her laugh is abruptly cut short. She glares at each and every witch until her eyes settle on Stella again. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Luna Queen Fallon of Meridem, mate of the Alpha King. Wife of the Principate.” Stella’s shocked gaze cuts to mine. I ignore her, watching Fallon instead with an immense amount of pride and a hint of fear, if I’m being honest. “Princess of Eastonia,” Fallon continues with a demur smile that betrays the bite in her voice, “and the Firestone heir.”

I yanked it out with shaking hands, looking at the darkened blade. Poison… A menacing growl ripped through the air as I saw Kian stumble. No… the mate bond connected us. He was feeling my pain… Through stinging eyes, I looked around, seeing only two fae remained. I am Morgana, Queen of Clair De Lune and the King’s mate, and I will NEVER give up.

“You can’t lose these. You’ll need them to enter the game house and remain in the game.” “Thanks, Phil.” We walked out of the office feeling oddly enthusiastic. Leo hugged me tight, whispering “Stay calm” every now and then. “Well, well, well…” A slender, model-looking woman walked toward us. “Who do we have here? If it isn’t our legendary gamer couple—Leo and Raven. Neorix’s top stars.” Fiona. Also known as Neorix’s model gamer—and secretly called the witch of the gaming world. She was known for sabotaging games and tricking her rivals to win. She was the last person I expected to see today, but I knew exactly why she was here.

Sworn enemies yet, she is the only woman who can put out the fire in our bloodlines. “What are you waiting for, Leo? A fucking invitation? Shoot her knees!” My father orders. I cock the gun, waiting for Zeyneps’ jaded-coloured irises to meet mine, and when they do, I wink at her. Quickly, I lift my arm and press the gun in my grasp against the side of my father’s head, with my index finger resting on the trigger. “Long live the Defiant Queen, Zeynep Volkov, heir of the true Artemis ‘Wolf’ Volkov,” I say in a firm tone and pull the trigger, murdering my father.

Nala roughly pushed the girl into Noir's arms and he knocked her out. "Where are the others" Thane growled out. Althea answered. "When I got back from the infirmary, everywhere was quiet. The guards and the maids were all asleep. I decided to hide myself when I heard some noise in the kitchen. The beta female and the queen wanted something to eat. After they left, I saw her pour something on one side of the steak. When she tasted it, she didn't eat from the part that she poured something on. So I figured something was wrong. When she got back to the kitchen, she made a call and said she had done it and the queen will be dead soon"

That’s interesting. "Alright, do you think your queen knows who and what my parents are?" I asked Cassandra as I am really curious about them now. Maybe I can find some information about my father and know what my mother is. But I'm sad to know that she's dead already. And perhaps one of them is a vampire or a witch, if I really am a witch. This information is truly insane. "Yeah, very much. She knows a lot of things. She's the Queen of the Northern Witches. You’ll be glad to meet her, and she’ll be glad to meet you, too." She replied, sounding so excited.

His claws leaving a deep scratch across his shoulder blade. I looked at him sadly. My eyes welling with tears as I replied. “You are not my Alpha, Drake. I am a Luna Queen.” My message was simple. I out ranked him. His will had no effect on me. I chose to respect him as an Alpha, but I did not need to fulfil his command.

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.