Homecoming Queen: Watch Her Take Control Novels & Stories

The intense moonlight bathed me, and the sacred mark on my neck pulsed with a blinding, silver light. The crescent seemed to come alive, the ancient runes swirling around it like a celestial river, emitting an aura of divine, untouchable power. "It's... it's real..." an elder Alpha stammered, his voice shaking. "She truly is... the Luna Queen..." "What have we done to the Luna Queen?" "Gods... we're all going to die..." Fear spread through the crowd like wildfire. Ronan gently cupped my face, his eyes a storm of rage and heartbreak.

“Always. To hell with them. To hell with the show, and the power, and the thousand guests.” I held her face in my hands. “We will do this our way.” A radiant, beautiful smile broke through her tears, a smile so bright it lit up the entire room. “Our way?” she asked. “Our way,” I confirmed. We brought Elena back in, and I watched, my heart full of a fierce, possessive pride, as my queen took control.

“I know your face, my love. And you didn’t tell them whose it was, you just congratulated them.” “It’s not Chip’s…” I admitted, hanging my head a little. “He said he would love it regardless, but now they have some hope.” Teddy walked with me in silence for a minute, holding me even tighter. “What if they decide to do the test again?” “I linked the doctor to let him know to change Chip’s data in the system. They need this, especially after everything.” Chip and Heather had officially joined the pack that morning; Heather finally being able to break off the link of Black Haven a relief to them both. I was then sworn in as the Queen of the alliance, something small and intimate with Walter, Te

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

I rushed back home. My mom, Susan Carter, had just sent me a text, complaining that I hadn't discussed my marriage with her when it was such a big deal. On the couch, a woman with green hair patted my mom's back with a smile. My mom seemed unwell and couldn't stop coughing. I grabbed Chelsea's hand right away, and she was about to start cursing. As soon as she saw me, she wore a meek look and stepped forward shyly. "Darling, you're finally home."

Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, she drew his attention from the conversation, and he turned to find tears glistening in her dark eyes like dewdrops on midnight flowers. "My dear boy," she said softly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard over the music, "you've given me hope again. For so long I've watched Zeus build empires of power and dominance while forgetting what truly matters—connection, beauty, the love between beings. I've seen mortals suffer under systems designed to serve the strong rather than lift up the weak, and I've felt powerless to change it, bound by traditions and duties that sometimes feel like chains."

Tristan and Sonya stood beside the podium, beaming at her. The aunts and uncles, cousins, relatives, and friends of the Maverick family all smiled brightly, filled with anticipation. "So, I won't say too much, because the aroma of bacon on that table is already making my stomach growl," Jason said. He raised his glass. "Tonight, with all humility, my beloved wife and I ask that everyone present please provide whatever assistance our beloved daughter, Regina Lois Maverick, may need, as she begins her journey as our successor, managing and leading The Maverick Real Estate."

Ian can’t able to figure out what he feels about her. “I will go get some drink. Wait here.” He changed the topic and walked to get some drink. "Attention students. It’s time to tell who’s the homecoming queen,” a young lady announced in mike. Everyone’s eagerly ready to hear it. “Here, have it” Ian gave a glass of champagne to Chloe. “The homecoming queen is...” “Becca Sparks,” she finished. Chloe dropped the glass after hearing her name. It’s shattered into many pieces. Everyone’s eyes watched Chloe.

Zombie Queenie has taken place as my Queen, and I don’t know if she will go away. I get to the safe house I always use and jump out of the car to unlock the front door. Turning back around, I notice she hasn’t exited the vehicle. I turn back around and open her car door. Her eyes look at me with nothing behind her gaze. She looked numb. Her lip trembling was the only sign of life she gave to me. Deciding to scoop her up, I carry her bridal style into the house.

She’d spent her whole life being underestimated, dismissed, or quietly resented for simply existing. Let them look. She lifted her chin and met their eyes—steady and unbothered. In the far corner, the Seers had gathered—quiet in their strange, eternal way. They watched her with interest, their presence heavy but not unwelcome. Observers, today. No doubt curious about the progress of their Queen. Draevyn stepped into the center of the room and gestured for Kaelani to join him. “Today,” he said, “you’ll learn how to take back control.”