Jolene The Plunder Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My name is Olina Deltz. I am the Princess of the Royal Pack, and this kingdom. Well technically now I am the crown princess as my brother took the throne right before this nonsense started. The day I left I went back home. Waryn came home with me, because he had come to this pack with me when we were toddlers. He was my guardian, here to keep me commpany and also protect me as needed.” “Where is Lana and Jod?” He asks his eyes wide. I don’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t this. “In the Royal Pack” I smirk. His face drops and he is putting pieces together in his mind, I can tell. “Lana, is mated to my brother Quai.” “The King..” he breathes out. “Yes, the King. She was crowned Quee

She declares, “I don’t want any problems so we will make our way out of here. Thank you and we will remember you when I become queen.” They all gasp in shock and Vlad explains, “ Jolene here will be the queen of the werewolves, and I will be the king of the vampires.” The alpha forces himself to bow down. It’s obvious that is not something that he wants to do, but he knows that he must. Jolene shows her appreciation, but rushes to leave. Vlad is unloaded, “Jolene, wait up!” Jolene doesn’t slow her speed down, “We need to get out of here!”

“Yes! It’s like all light comes from her.” “So do you think that’s how the other’s found out about her?” I asked. “Absolutely! You couldn’t walk down the same street as her without knowing. If any of them saw her they would instantly know. When you can see her she just shines.” “We have no right to keep her here, if she is the Queen. She’s an orphaned rogue, what do we even do about that.” I said to her. Miss Evens smiled. “I have an solution to that problem. You see WE can’t really do anything about that but thanks to that big heart of yours I do know someone who can.” Her smile getting bigger.

--- ~Maya’s Pov~ I watched them take Damon, and I couldn’t understand what I was seeing. Selene was dead. The Queen—my friend, the wolf who'd saved us all from being rogues forever—was lying on the throne room floor in a pool of blood, her eyes open and empty. And Damon, the strongest Alpha I had ever known, had just… given up. “What about the rest?” someone asked Valen. “The warriors are now prisoners of war. The women and children will be sent to labor camps. Anyone who resists will be killed,” Valen said casually. “And find the traitors—Victor and Kael. They get their rewards.”

The same place I found this she-wolf. After we stole Ryker's sister from Red Moon I decided to go back and look at their prisons roster. There were many wolves that didn't appear to be hard criminals, deserving a life sentence of beatings and filth. Especially not the warrior goddess we took. As I approached the last cell I watched intently at the lean women with her long blond hair in tight braids. She was the image of a Viking Queen. I thought how perfectly her ass fit in the black yoga pants and how scrumptious her large breast were in a grey sports bra as I followed her body moving up and down in push ups. Much better then the oversized dirty shirt and slacks from her previous prison.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

However, he noticed the ambiguous undertone in Adrian’s voice—it felt out of the ordinary. Just then, one of his subordinates pulled open Sarah’s blouse, revealing a vast expanse of fair, lustrous skin. The bruises and purple marks left by kisses stood out starkly, especially the plum-blossom-shaped mark above her collarbone—it was exceptionally vivid and conspicuous, clearly fresh.

Step two: Use Adrian to sign off the last of Castillo shares. Step three: Remove Adrian. Step four: Rewrite the legacy her family stole from her. Jolene may have worn the crown. But she would wear the ashes like jewels. And that would be her empire.

Ali clenched tight his umbrella but still placed his palm on Shadow’s head. Ibrahim who watched the scene only stared silently because honestly… same. Who didn’t want to touch that beautiful and perfect round small head? He was waiting for his turn to touch. Like a hyena waiting for his bones. “Attracting a new ally.” “A new ally?” Ali arched his brow. Juviana, the Queen of Elf. She was the ruler of the western continent that was stranded in this forest because of her stupid desperation. She’s someone who was pretty similar to these two kings. She was strong.

The men traveled for more than twenty-four hours, while Queen and Ashton's girlfriend still stayed unconscious until they arrived at an island. While they were there, the man called Zion, who had more than fifteen men with him, all armed, came out from inside the forest and said, "Yes, you said you have something for me?" "Yes," the leader replied. "Two ladies. They look quite beautiful, so I'm sure they would make a fair deal." Zion observed Queen and the other lady and nodded, "They do look good. Yeah, I think Maka will like them. It's a very good deal. I will pay for them."