Gerda Snow Queen Novels & Stories

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

Francesca advanced, her eyes glowed in a blue color, her hair fluttered in a suspicious wind that came from no where, her lips moved as she spoke in a language that Snow understood, as weird as it my seen, Snow brushed every one off her path and walked towards the queen with no fear or what so ever, it was eather she saved herself or she was used as a sacrifice to some deity that she new littoor nothing about. Snow growled while Francesca smirked at her with glowing eyes, Snow stood on a spot when she saw the fearless Queen Francesca move with grace and determination, when she was close enough Snow punce but she got trapped and was pushed back in pain she wailed, she got on her feet again an

Sarah could only cling tightly to his neck to keep from being thrust off, but this position pressed her upper body tightly against Ethan’s muscular torso. Her pair of snow-white, tender, perky breasts slid up and down against Ethan’s firm pectorals with each thrust, like smooth, creamy pudding—a sight Ethan couldn’t get enough of, causing him to hold her even tighter. Even her delicate, crimson nipples were rubbed until they were hard as pebbles, standing erect with desire. Pleasure surged over her like a flood. Sarah felt as if she were riding a horse; the endless waves of ecstasy from afar made her unable to resist reaching another climax.

-RAINA'S POV- Flabbergasted and open-mouthed, I stared at Mercedes. My legs felt so numb that I stumbled two steps backwards. Both the sandwich and coke fell from my hands to the floor. The nasty smug on her face riled Hera as she seethed within me. She was Snow? My brain was on pause. Her statement echoed in the deafening silence of my world. No one but mine and Valen’s family knew about Snow. Then how did Mercedes come to know that ghastly name?

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

I muttered, but Derek didn’t answer, his attention fixed on the stage. One by one, the maidens faltered. Their feet stumbled, their arms dropped, and they collapsed into bows before the fire. Until only one remained. The lead. She spun with effortless grace, her veil trailing, her arms raised to the blood moon as though she was calling it down to set the whole world ablaze. The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping, chanting, their voices shaking the night. But Jace—Jace wasn’t cheering. He wasn’t even moving. He looked carved out of stone, his eyes wide, his chest heaving too fast. His stare was locked on her, and he looked like he’d seen a ghost crawl out of the flames.

“His Majesty requests your presence in the Rose Hall. The court awaits the first audience of the new queen.” Queen. The word tasted like spoiled honey. Elara turned from the mirror. “Tell him I will attend in a moment.” She dressed with deliberate care. Not in white this time. She chose black: a high-collared gown of velvet and spider-silk, embroidered with tiny silver claws along the sleeves. Mourning colors, technically. But Lycans respected strength more than tradition, and black suited the mood of a woman who had already died once.

It was in my very breath. "Leo, get your bag," I commanded, my gold-veined arm vibrating with the suppressed power of a dying god. "We're going to the Black River." "We're going back to where the lie started." "And I’m going to make sure the High Council never has another tomorrow to sign away." Outside, the aurora turned a violent, vengeful white. The first real snowflake of the Final Winter fell. And the Queen had finally run out of ink for anything but blood.

Qiang says casually. Wait, me AND Chris? Huh, that didn’t occur to me once. The nagata have always been ruled by their Emperor and Empress, the Onyx Snake of Death, and the Gold Snake of Healing, that’s what they’re used to. But I guess given I’m both those snakes, those rules no longer apply. If I’m their Empress, then it stands to reason that Chris would be their Emperor. Just like Amelia and Marcus. Amelia was born to be Alpha, but Marcus was chosen to be her Luna. I was born to be Empress, but Chris was chosen to be my Emperor. It certainly explains why his Delta Spirit is so much stronger than that of a Delta. But what does this mean for us?

One mistake and her father would disown her for good. Dea rose from her seat and strolled into the entrance hall. She barely glanced at the marble grand staircase or the carved limestone walls. It was the silence that grabbed her attention. She forgot how awfully quiet it was in this place even though Demitra liked having her extended family live under one roof with her as the perfect matriarch figure. ‘Demitra Kralidis… The Greek Snow Queen…’ Slightly shaking her head, Dea linked her hands behind her back and walked outside onto the shadowy portico. Her eyes widened with pleasure as she surveyed the bold colors of the grounds, the scent of the exotic flowers, and the sounds of a gurgling fo