Long Live The Elf Queen Novels & Stories

She is not keen to pardon him, but she gave her word to her servant. “Beg me!” “What?!” Master Chang looks at the Queen, confused. “Beg me to spare your life,” Yuelan repeats, her voice cold. Master Chang stares at the Queen in disbelief, his eyes searching the Queen’s expression for any signs that she could be messing with him. All he found was an unreadable expression with no humor. Seeing this as a rare opportunity to save his life, he falls on his knees and begs the queen for forgiveness. Yuelan allows the merchant to beg for a long time before she responds to his plea. “You are forgiven,” she says emotionlessly and turns for the door.

Bare feet, hovering an inch above jagged rock. “A wolf wearing the Lycan crown,” she hissed. Her voice sounded like two stones grinding together at the bottom of the ocean. She looked at Kaelen, Caleb, and Jace first, black eyes narrowing at the blinding divine light that radiated off their skin. “And she drags the Goddess’s new playthings into my sanctuary.” I stepped past Kaelen, lifting my right hand so the blackened iron ring of my father showed. “I am Queen Elara,” I declared, my silver Luna magic pressing against the damp air. “I am here to call upon the blood debt you owe the Lycan throne. I need an armada of phantom-wood ships to cross the Black Sea.”

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

And we had the fire. But then, a cold wind blew from the north. From the shadows of the broken spire, a single figure emerged. It was Selene. Her skin was grey, her eyes vacant, but she held a small, glowing shard of the Mother-Lode in her hand. "You think you won," Selene whispered, her voice a hollow shell. "But the High Queen didn't die. She just... dispersed. She’s in the wind now, Elara. She’s in the water. She’s in the very breath of your new 'army'."

Bjork says. “It might be to someone who wasn’t raised with it. But ever since I got my wolf at ten and accepted our previous Alpha and Luna as my leaders, I’ve had it. Our wolves are very good at helping us to navigate the mind link. Elves apparently have it too,” I tell them, watching as Bjorn and Hope shift. “Elves are real? Are they mean?” Artis asks. “Not the ones I’ve met. One of the Guardians in our packs is mated to one. He’s a prince which means that she’s the next queen. Pretty cool, right?” I ask, grinning at them.

“I'm not sure, I need to figure it out with Lark. Today is your day so let's focus on you.” Hugging me tighter I exhaled deeply and felt a stab in my chest. “Oh no,” I gasped and looked at my mom. “Lark is in trouble,” I asserted firmly and looked at Briar. “Can you teleport me below to the dark elves' kingdom?” The air shifted and the elf queen stood in my room. She scowled, stepped before me, and slapped me hard across my cheek. “You harlot! You have corrupted my son!” My mom was just about to set her on fire so I raised both my hands and covered her in thick snow.

Placing the dagger across his palm, Elijah quickly made an incision, and squeezing his fist, emptied the blood into the bowl, before turning to face his daughter. "I, Elijah Deveraux, King of the werewolves, renounce my position. I freely hand over the reins to my heir Alina Deveraux, carrying the position granted by our bloodline from this day forth, to be known as Queen of the werewolves, long live the Queen!"

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

Ryker says, almost as proud as I am. The elder greets us and whispers. "Shall we begin?" She nods, and he turns to address the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the crowning of the new Queen of the Southern Werewolf Kingdom and her ascending to the throne. And with her, the ascending of Lady Jessica as the new Female Beta." He says, and the crowd cheers.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.