Long Live The Elf Queen Novels & Stories

Gesturing to the woman behind him, I watched her curtsy to me. "What are you?" I whispered. A small chuckle left the Queen's lips. "I'm sure you have read about us in the scrolls, Abagail." Looking at their features I thought about all the books I had ever read. Their skin was almost as white as snow, their hair all blonde. Eyes as blue as the sky and their ears-. Gasping in shock, I froze. "Elves?" Nodding, King Arod bowed once again. "That's right... we are the last remaining Elves on this earth."

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

"You're saying she's what?" I couldn't believe that her past was coming back to haunt her. Hell, her past had caught up to her and now she was missing and all I can do was sit around and wait? the hell? "I'm saying she's been taken by the elves to take her place as the queen to the king of elves, Elegast Ingalfur himself. I have insider sources within the kingdom." Magnus's witch lover, Gerold, explained as he gets up and started pacing while he vomit all information and I patiently let him have the floor until I learned the real intention of the said King Elegast.

She was everything for him too she is his family , he kissed her front end closed her eyes. It was the longest night ever a feast turned into a funeral. In the morning the burial all the the dead knights also the king and queen and YURI. After that they have a done a coronation ceremony for ROSY and she became the queen of the elves she invited all the tribes and she gives the order to eliminate all the heights elves because they are traitors.

I said threw gritted teeth. “Again, revenge for what?!” Alpha Nik boomed pressing his Alpha command out. It wasn’t until just now that I realized that Derek had stepped out into the hall, and I heard him on his phone. “This bitch got everything and we got nothing! We don’t even have mates yet and she gets a mate and get’s to become a fuckin Queen?! It’s bullshit!” Ella answered.

Fiona asks. I do not answer immediately. Instead, I walk toward the window. The sunlight is brighter now. Warmer. But something about today feels heavy. Uncertain. “I do not know,” I admit. Fiona steps closer. “They are both beautiful.” “Yes,” I say quietly. But beauty is not the problem. What tonight represents is. A gathering. All the queens present. Lila will be there. Idra will be there. Everyone will be watching. Judging. Waiting. I place both dresses carefully on the bed.

She didn’t bother to share that she wouldn’t have stayed if her men weren’t included in the invitation. Rainelle turned to Eli, eyeing him up and down. “You’ve turned into a fine young man, Eli. I remember when you were still a straggly little cub, following my guards around and insisting on helping them with everything. I fear they got many days of slave labor out of you, my boy.” The queen moved closer to put her hands on Eli’s biceps. She appeared to be on the verge of kissing his cheeks, but the way he stiffened and growled slightly had her stepping back with her hands raised. “I’m not trying to stake any claim on a newly mated wolf, my boy. You’re far too young for me anyway.” North fro

“Ours. The legacy of your Queen. QUEEN MAYA THUNDERSTORM!” Gasps turned into cheers. Cheers into roars. “LONG LIVE THE KING!” “LONG LIVE THE KING!” “LONG LIVE THE KING!” The roars got louder and seemed to echo throughout the Supernatural Kingdom. Then: “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!” “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!”

There were mumblings amongst those sipping their drinks. "Who is this?" asked the tired-looking elf wearing a worn leather vest over his dingy shirt. "This…" Lord Beluar held out his hand to indicate Niamh. "Is your Queen." Now everyone turned. "Our Queen," scoffed the elf in the cloak. "Are you enjoying our village, Your Majesty?" "I feel it has seen better days," Niamh raised an eyebrow. "I wonder what made it fall into the condition it is now." The elf behind the counter poured a few mugs of elven ale and nodded towards an empty table.

A raggedy-looking old man was sitting in the waiting chambers of the Queen. As the helpers levitated the bed directly into the room, the Queen weak and tired with all the excitement of the morning, Aelanor and Nimuel followed them. "O, wise Shaman of the mortal lands, I welcome thee to the castle once more," the Queen said in a weak voice. The Shaman didn't seem to hear her. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in some sort of trance. Not wanting to disrespect him, the elves stood there, silent.