From Cannon Fodder To Slay Queen Romane & Geschichten

We literally were being alone together in the crowd. Until Zach disturbed us with his report, “We’re ready to blow this place up, my lady. So it can’t be used for rogue vampires’ nests. Will there be anything else that we need to do?” I blinked my eyes and just realized I was the queen, not some woman in the eyes of a man amazed by her presence, “Do it, Zach. Let’s get back to the mansion, I’m famished.” I accidentally said ‘famished’ while looking at the doctor. He looked scared and he gulped as it could be seen that his Adam’s apple was moving.

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.

Over time, Morrigan noticed that he started clapping for her when she won during their tournaments. Morrigan found a friend in Kaya, the warrior she had beaten on the first day of training, born out of their desire to improve. Kaya is the eldest daughter of one of the previous Bests, being a term for the best warrior in the pack. Her father had been able to hold that title for five years–a few years longer than anyone else ever has. Kaya doesn’t disappoint, working day in and day out with Morrigan to improve.

Wren lifts her chin. Her last words cut through the rain and thunder, sharp like a warrior’s cry. “Long live the queen!”

Queen Zakyra, the Queen of Poziarne, who had the affinity of fire, the Unburnt Queen— who yielded fire at her finger tips and was burning in fire. The smell of rotten corpse burning spread in the air and their blood curling wails intensified. Avalyn's heart had slowed down. She was bleeding way too much. Her mouth was open and a drop of blood leaked out and a sob lodged in my throat. Her eyes were open and were loosing it's light. No. No. No.

*** Not as a soldier. *** As something else. *** One by one— others followed. *** Not all. *** But enough. *** Enough that it spread. *** A wave of bowed heads. *** Of recognition. *** Of something close to worship. *** Raven’s chest tightened. *** “No,” she said. *** The word carried. *** Clear. *** Immediate. *** Heads lifted. *** She stepped forward. *** “I am your queen,” she said. *** Not denying it. Not softening it. *** “But I am not something to kneel to in fear.”

“I am honored to have your trust and loyalty, and my first act as King, will be to give you a Queen.” He turned and held his hand for Lana to come to him. She steps onto the platform with him and my mother meets her in front of her. The repeat all the same oaths, and once they are done Lana and my mother cut their palms and shake hands. Another wave of pwoer washes over the crowd and everyone erupts into more applause. Lana walks back to Quai, taking his hand. “I give you your Queen, Lana Deltz”

"Take your dead vow and your silver cannons back to the ridge. If I see your face in my valley again, I won't just draw your blood. I will burn the East until your stone is nothing but glass." Clyde is instantly behind me, his massive, broad-shouldered frame blocking out the light, his shadow-aura wrapping around my waist to lock me back into his furnace-heat. The political ballroom is closed, the old world has failed to trap the flame, and as Vance flees through the heavy doors, I realize that a Queen doesn't need a memory to know how to butcher a king.

Intense pleasure swept through her entire body, as if all her senses were concentrated wherever the man’s large hands touched her, constantly stirring up wave after wave of lust. While Adrian greedily lapped up the juices from her honeyed mouth and bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, he savored the soft, supple, and slippery feel of her breast flesh in his hands. Her entire nipple had been tormented until it was as hard as a pebble, standing firm and lasciviously erect against her round, full breast. Seeing this, Adrian bit down on Sarah’s tongue and murmured hoarsely, “Are you really this slutty?”

His fingers moved really fast, and soon, I felt a warm, tight sensation in my lower belly. Being held up in the air like that made me feel a kind of shame I couldn't put into words. Before long, they had torn off my clothes too, and several of them hoisted my naked body up in the air. I couldn't stop a tingling feeling from washing over my body. Desire washed over me like a flood, almost drowning me. "And you say you don't want it? Your panties are soaking wet. You're probably dying for it." With that, the leader stood between my legs and revealed his considerable manhood.