Locust Queen Gears Of War Novels & Stories

His jaw was split wide open, the silver data-ports beneath his zinc teeth spitting a thin stream of blue lubricant as his three-layered blue quartz lens spun wildly inside its socket, trying to lock its tracking solution through the dense, white sulfur smoke. "Target identified as variant #3," the enforcer's chest-mounted speaker grille rattled, his voice carrying that flat, synthetic Lagos-grit cadence that made my teeth grind. "Initialize terminal containment. The High Queen has authorized total extraction of the baseline marrow. The structural integrity of the male asset is irrelevant." "Try extracting this, you corporate bastard," I hissed.

I quickly walk downstairs and notice that the warriors are barking orders to everyone to get inside the safe room which is an undergraduate basement type area. "What are you doing standing there like a fucking statue?" Someone snaps at me making me gulp in fear. "I am going to check on the others." I reply but a hand stops me. "You are the Luna Queen so you need to defend your people." Princess Abigail says coming out of nowhere. But I don't know how to do that because I have never been in a situation like this. All the trainings that I got before the coronation ceremony is long forgotten. "H-o-w?" I ask scaredly but all I get is a slap in the face making me fall to the ground.

I could smell their readiness for a fight. Finally, Rael let out a harsh breath that sounded more like a growl than agreement. That was all I needed to hear. Finding our enemy could wait. First, they would fight each other. We turned toward the training grounds, only to stop. A new scent cut the air, cold jasmine and sharp steel. The Queen stepped out. She didn’t speak. But every wolf in the hall dropped their gaze. Bent their necks. Even the twins went still. Her pale eyes found mine.

She spoke with a briskness that made me snap out of my depression. “And then we will sit down and come up with a plan. It is not the end Rosalie. Your baby is not here yet, and Tenebris is still locked in his prison world.” “She is right.” Nina added, unhelpfully. “All is not lost yet.” Taking a steadying breath, I look up at my friend who was already on her feet, a smile of encouragement playing on her lips. And I knew that I had to keep fighting. “This is why Lucille would have made a better Luna Queen than I ever would have done.” I tell Nina with admiration “She is the true warrior in all of this.”

He allowed the blood to pour into the small fire the knife was in and my very own blood quenched the fire. "It is done," he finalised, raising me up on my feet. My palm was already beginning to heal. "All hail the Luna queen," the elder said and everyone else repeated. "All hail the Luna queen!” Everyone rose on their feet in unison as they hailed for the Luna queen, me. Then there was a loud scream. "Vampires are here!" Someone screamed. Vampires?

The silver edge of the heavy blade caught the gray morning light, its surface clean of the imperial soot, reflecting the absolute, predatory finality in her glowing amber eyes. The imperial gunners were scrambling out of the shattered hatch, their faces pale with terror, their crimson coats smoking from the heat of their own ruptured weapon. They did not reach for their sabers; they looked up at the Lycan Queen standing on their own armor plates, and they saw the end of their empire written in her gaze. "The cannon is down!" Kael’s roar echoed from the pier as five hundred Oakhaven warriors surged over the iron bulwarks of the grounded fleet, their spears leveled, their jaws open to unleash

“I’m threading partitions—she’s wrapped her root logic in recursive illusions. Every time I cut one loop, she spawns another.” Bram leaned over her shoulder. “Can you win this chess match?” Ines grit her teeth. “Eventually.” “Eventually” did not arrive. The floor panels snapped open. Defense drones rose like metal insects—sleek, angular, humming with lethal voltage. Ciro cursed. “We’ve got company!” The first drone dove. Varian grabbed Liora and shoved her aside as a blade-arm sliced where her head had been. Sparks showered the floor. “Go!” Varian yelled. “Ines, keep working!”

The girl mounted up fast, muttering words of forgiveness for attacking her mistress under the power of Drust. Weaver waved off her words but rode alongside her Queen. They traveled over a hundred yards before Tancorix looked at Weaver. The Queen, though back from the realms of the dead, looked surprised. “Yes?” Weaver asked, serene in the saddle as they paused. “That was . . . ” “I’m not frightened of him,” Weaver declared and cussed her apprentice. “Don’t look back! It’s a sign of feebleness.” She then faced her Queen. “You don’t fear Drust?”

I can feel it in the air. As I step out into the long corridor, two guards snap to attention. They are not my usual guards. These men wear thick dragonhide vests under their coats. The leather is etched with dark runes that pulse with a faint, low light. Leif brought twelve crates of this gear into my house this morning. He called it a security upgrade. He called it protecting his sister. I call it an invasion. The entire Pack network is buzzing with the news. The forums are melting down. The Blade of the Wild has moved into the Rogue Pack Queen's territory. They think we are sleeping together. They think we are building an army to wipe out the Blue-Claw Pack.

Swarm beasts surge immediate—carapace clicking silent, mouths yawning wide, eyes like broken stars. Navy SEALs drop in seconds later—black ops choppers cloaked, fast-roping down, rifles spitting void-piercing rounds. Marines storm from subway entrances—armored columns pushing up, heavy weapons glowing with integrated runes. USSF classified black ops melt from shadows—stealth suits shimmering, plasma blades igniting blue. **SEAL Captain (comms, calm):** “Storm Queen, grid locked. Black ops on flanks. Lances hot—waiting your mark.”