Long Live The Elf Queen Novels & Stories

When both the King and Queen were finally out of sight and earshot, they both looked at each other knowing what the other was thinking. “Julius, it couldn’t be, could it?” Kitana asked with surprise that she had been hiding. “I believe it is true, her daughter has been gifted to a human. This must mean something big is coming like it did nearly 200 years ago.” Julius replied to his wife.

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

Almost like- "Sera?" The Queen Mother called as she stood up, gazing at the female Elf beside Alaric in disbelief. Her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "It can't be…Sera, is that really you?" The female Elf, draped in plain flowing black robes, let her long, bone-straight silver hair cascade over her shoulders. Though she appeared to be in her early fifties, her vibrant grey eyes sparkled with life and wisdom. She gazed upon the Queen Mother, her features softening as she opened her arms, wearing a gentle smile. "It's been a while, little sis."

Jason countered. “Her body is dead. But her soul…she’s everlasting. The Forest Queen lives forever—in the woods, in the wind. Even on this night.” Light flashed before my eyes and, before I knew it, a great white wolf tore the bat-like left arm of the Hearteater. Tyler’s towering appearance then appeared beside his brother. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do!” The Hearteater chuckled. It was the same dark amusement that sent me at that phantom where I saw Eliane—

"If I lose my humanity, do I lose my love for Killian? Do I lose my bond with Oliver? I'd rather be a girl in the woods than a goddess on a throne if it means I can't feel my son's heart." We reached the Star-Seeker camp on the fourth day. It wasn't a village of stone and wood, but a collection of tents made of animal skins, perched on the edge of a massive glacier. The leader of the pack was an old woman named Elara. Her skin was like wrinkled parchment, and her eyes were a milky white, but the moment I stepped into her tent, she smiled as if she could see right through me. "The Queen has come," Elara said, her voice like the rustle of dry leaves. "I've been waiting for you, Esmeralda."

he began, but I lifted my hand, "You already asked your questions and were answered..." I said, and he fumed. "Members of the council, people of the elven realm... I give you, QUEEN STORMEE ADALWULF," Aelfred said, and people clapped, cheered, and yelled, "Hail Queen Stormee," in chorus.

How could this be? Elena chuckles, her eyes barely open as she looks away. "She's here... Elora is here. And she's going to kill you. For good this time!" she says weakly, making me go up to her and slap her hard with the back of my hand. “Shut up! You and Elora have no chance this time. I'll make sure you and her are dead by the end of tonight. I promise you that, Queenie! Mark my words; tonight, all of you and your wolves will die!” I say, pulling on her hair and making her look at me.

And from those rifts descended nine beings whose presence made the world itself bow. The Nine of the Council The Werewolf Prime Alpha, Magnus Greyfang, landed first—towering, silver-furred, his eyes molten gold and his voice thunder itself. Then Elarion Silvergrove, the Elf King, walked through a portal of green light, his crown woven from living branches that appear like gold. The next came Queen Nerida of the Deep Seas, rising from a spiral of ocean water, scales shimmering with bioluminescent blue. Oberis Faelora, the Fairy King, fluttered down in blinding radiance, his beauty sharp enough to cut. His gaze swept the crowd like a blade.

Ehlark wore a black metal crown with bronze interlaced in it. "I give you the kings and queens of the realm." Came a soft voice. "Lindaat and Teleraamon are the high king and queen of the realm, also my helpers on this side of the realm. Ailive and Dakkath are the king and queen of the border realm, meaning they are the helpers to the human world and here. Xylia and Ehalar are the king and queen of the sylven elves. In the last few years, these three women had gone through hell and back to keep the family they love as one unit. Even striking the goddess with lightning. I bless your bonds and can't wait to see where these unions will go."

His voice carried through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall, reaching every ear. Clear and authoritative. "Oh, and one last thing. Something Miss Elena specifically asked me to clarify." He paused, letting the anticipation build. "Everyone, let me formally introduce you to the truth. Miss Elena is not a helpless orphan as you all believed." Gasps rippled through the crowd. "She is the only biological daughter of Andrew Sterling, Alpha of the Sterling Pack, who was lost years ago during a rogue attack." Shocked murmurs grew louder. "She is also the sole legitimate heir to the Sterling Pack and all its territories."