Jolene The Plunder Queen Novels & Stories

Maybe they were around hundreds or something, indicating that we were outnumbered. My eyes roamed around to see Olivia on the far back who were surrounded by hybrids. Our eyes met eventually and it earned a delighted smile from her. I knew that I was one of her target, next to Val. Apparently, she didn't want the Alpha Queen to exist in this realm so that she could seek all the power to herself.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Lord Karth said as coolly as ever, but the weight behind his words sent a chill down my spine. “No, no, no. You can’t do that…please! Those girls are innocent.” “We can and we will,” High Seer Elowen retorted. “The Valenor clan are dangerous. We must cut their lineage out before it’s too late.” “They have done nothing wrong. They don’t deserve this,” I argued, but I was interrupted. “Shut up boy! You know nothing of the dark ages. The dragons may be long gone but their evil spirit still prevails in the hearts of the royal household,” she spat, looking me dead in the eye.

I said, offering my hand. “I could swear he ran round that corner!” The throng was so much closer now. I rushed to pull the person to their feet, but their muddy cloak fell off. It was a woman. A very beautiful woman. For a moment, I just stared. I was fairly certain that I had never seen this face before, and her smell was different. An outsider? “They’re right behind us, Raul! Hey, isn’t that the royal Princess?” Scem, skittish as always roared as he neared us. He was practically flying towards us. As soon as those words left his lips, the woman before me began to run.

She wants to be near the Queen always, to touch her, to claim her as hers, but she can’t. She is just but a mere doll, and the Queen belongs to the King, whom she is certain would have her head on a chopping block should he learn how she feels about his Queen, and what they have done. Yuelan hides a smile at the blonde cuteness. The red stain on her cheeks makes her very alluring. Unable to help herself, she reaches out to push back the strand of hair blocking the girl’s view. Which she gently tucks behind her ear.

Many were moved to tears, agreeing that the latter chapters were brilliant, and even more heart-wrenching than the previous ones. Soft sobs started to ripple through the crowd until someone with sharp eyes froze mid-scroll. “Wait a minute… What’s this on Chapter 98, page three? Why do the first letters of each line spell out… Ruby Quinn is the real plagiarist?” The entire hall fell into stunned silence. A voice quickly followed: “Holy shit, it’s real! I thought it was weird when a random character named ‘Queenie’ popped up out of nowhere. Is this the real author’s hidden message?”

(Countess Jelina) “We should do that, Mother…for these base, Madam Colonel Alessia said that she would enact the base policy..that supported the Adventurer and Mercenaries that comes in to deal with the thinning of the monsters…we should take these opportunity to gain some credits..”.(Adriana Jelina) “Seems like is should also join the fun..thanks for the information, Lady Adriana…”.(Queen Aqeesha)

Molly ran into Maria’s arms. “Oh, look at you,” Maria beamed. “You’ve grown again.” Her eyes shifted to me. “Ares.” I nodded politely. “I’m just dropping her off for the weekend.” She studied me for a moment. “I heard you caught that thief,” she said. “That woman deserves to pay for what she did to my daughter's memory.” Eliana. The blue diamond was exhibited in her honour. Even now, her name carried weight. Pain. Memory. “I’ll make sure she does,” I said quietly.

“Yes Sir. There are some things I need to do, a lot of things I need to take care of.” “Like reclaiming your pack?” Adina cut in with a sharp tone. “How do you expect to be a Queen while also taking care of a bunch of wolves?” She watched me closely, her eyes sharp and just a hint of judgment in their icy depths. I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused.

"No! Please don't!" I felt like my heart was breaking. I never imagined I'd be assaulted like this, let alone by four poor men. Just then, a woman's voice called out, "Stop!" We all looked toward the door. It was none other than my colleague, Eva Anderson. Eva was in her 30s, with skin so well-maintained that it was smooth, firm, and so delicate that it looked like it might break at the slightest touch. Not to mention, her impressive breasts were in no way inferior to mine.