Ice Monarch Novels & Stories

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.

The Queen's face lit up with joy when she heard this, but she waited for King Lycan to finish speaking before saying, "I have heard early on that Princess Monica of the Blue Moon pack is renowned for her beauty, purity, and grace. She is skilled in calligraphy, painting, poetry, and music, with a delicate understanding of art. Moreover, she is knowledgeable in medicine preparation, making her a woman of exceptional talent and appearance. The Queen also wants to see her with her own eyes. Now that you have this intention, and I have your permission, why not inform the Blue Moon pack and arrange for her to ascend to the Celestial Realm for a visit."

“With all due respect, Your Grace, we cannot be seen harboring, not just a rogue but an omega with a bastard child, my King. It sets a dangerous precedent. Rumors are starting to spread and after what our kingdom has gone through, some might start to question your judgement.” Elder Maric nodded in agreement. “He’s right. Our kingdom hasn’t seen an omega in centuries and for good reason too. If word of this mutt gets out, it’ll be disastrous. The tribes will see it as weakness.” The word mutt made my blood stir dangerously. A low growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

Shen Yi sat in the study chair do not know how long, Meng ran between the books on the table all swept to the ground, cold humming way: "Don't know the good or evil. " As he spoke, he took off his shirt and trousers and changed into a bright burgundy suit. "Naturally, the color is bright, " he said. "It's black and it's ugly. " Dressed in the mirror looked at a long time, the heart of the gas is quiet. Re-sit on the chair, found things on the ground, the heart again not happy up, cold hum a few, lift a leg to go out. Su Foam is resting, just listen to the crash when a, she teng of a sitting up from the SOFA. A See Shen Yi Anger Chong stand at the door staring at her, Su Mo in the mind Deng f

When he summoned the Ice wolf, David got another weird and long notification. [You have summoned a [Royal variant]!] [Empress Sub-role unlocked!] [Praetor sub-role unlocked!] [Royal prince sub-role unlocked!] [Royal variants are the most powerful version of their species and leaders of large packs. Only a Royal can give birth to a Royal.] [Empresses are the highest form of brood mothers and can only be selected from [Royal variants]. The empress affinities have a [30%] chance of being inherited by their descendants. They can give birth to units with better base stats, and every month they have [30%] of birthing a [Soldier variant], [19%] of birthing a [Royal variant], and [1%] of birthing a

The Monarch admired him greatly, which was why she felt the need to appease him. “Unfortunately I cannot. I have realised a few things, and it is because of that I must go on this journey. I hope you forgive me” she would love to let her subordinates know her purpose. But she could not. Her master had warned her to let no one know of it. And she was even more determined to go after the things she had seen when she looked through her father’s memory for the third time, which was only a few days ago. The answers she sought couldn’t be found here. Her Great Grandfather informed her when she visited her father’s memory for the first time that the 7th Supreme was special because he was male. But

I roll my eyes inwardly. Anyone who sees her now would think that was her throne and she is the queen. Well technically, she is. Imogen is currently the queen of the lycans where my father came from. Her long, beachy waves cascaded down her round breasts looking firm beneath her glittery midnight blue evening dress. The wrinkles on her face were barely visible, and I knew it was the power of make-up that did it. Her style and the way she clothed herself as time passed changed to an extent where people around her would often mistake her as a woman in her mid 20's.

Queen Avelina Wroblewski, ruler of wolves and Lycans, uniter of ancient enemies, and now, finally, mother-to-be. The thought brought fresh tears, which I hastily blinked away as I heard footsteps approaching. Oscar's distinctive stride, quick and light despite his height, followed by Callum's more measured pace. A moment later, the bedroom door opened, revealing my kings in formal attire – Oscar resplendent in deep green that brought out the warmth in his eyes, Callum handsome in navy blue that emphasized the breadth of his shoulders. "There she is," Oscar said, his face lighting with appreciation as he took in my appearance. "Our queen, outshining every Christmas decoration in the palace."

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.