Marvel Legends Goblin Queen Novels & Stories

Just black tendrils and a voice like cracked glass. “Moon Queen’s Hounds,” it hissed. “Die where she once stood.” Kala moved first. Her eyes flared ruby-red. Her fangs bared. And in the blink of an eye—she was gone. Or rather, blurring, moving faster than air, her form shifting into dozens of afterimages as she carved her way through the first goblin wave. Her sword glowed violet as she spun through them, slicing with eerie grace. Goblins fell in pairs. Heads rolled. Mist exploded in sparks.

Armor of scale and lightning. Half her face is missing, replaced by living tide. She wears the ghost of the Thunder Crown. She stops three feet away and speaks in Deep Script that carves itself into my bones. Ghost-Queen: “Daughter of the Gulf and the Mountain. You wear my sister-crown. You speak my lost tongue. But the Thunder Crown does not kneel easily. It remembers every queen who failed it. It remembers the war we lost to the Sky Court before your world learned fire. It remembers drowning rather than bowing.”

Crows circled overhead, their caws sharp and knowing. A figure stood before her. Tall. Imposing. Cloaked in shifting shadows and raven feathers. Three faces seemed to flicker across her — maiden, mother, crone — before settling into one: a woman of unearthly beauty with midnight hair, eyes like polished obsidian, and a spear resting casually across her shoulders. **Morrígan.** The Phantom Queen. Goddess of War. Fate. Sovereignty. Chooser of the Slain. Raven’s breath caught. She instinctively touched the silver oak leaf pendant at her throat. It burned faintly with warmth.

“Your bloodline is very important to us, Luna. We spent years searching for you—despite what you may think, you will not be a prisoner here.” Suddenly, he grabbed the knife at his belt. I flinched as he reached for my wrists, but he calmly cut the ropes, freeing me. Then, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “What are you doing?” I blurted out. “My Queen,” Eyepatch said, looking up at me with his one good eye. “Please forgive me for my actions.” I blinked. “Queen?” “You are a Lycan, are you not?” I froze. He was insane. He had to be. Lycans were extinct. Everyone knew that. They’d died off hundreds of years ago, long before I was even born.

He ran to my side, his hand finding mine. “Whatever happens,” he said, his eyes fierce. “We stay together.” The light from the altar grew until it filled the entire room, blinding us. I felt a pull in my soul, like something was being ripped out of me and replaced with something ancient. The Werewolf Queen was no longer a legend. She was here. And she was angry.

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

It wasn’t my place to ask about her relationship with Alpha Dante, but from what I’d seen, I could tell it was very strained. Queen Scarlett was powerful, from a line of powerful alphas. But so was Alpha Dante. From what I knew, they were taking a break. She went to the mountains, where her ancestral pack was located, and she’s been there for a while. Which is why this meeting is super important to me. She chose me for this job and I cannot afford to fail her, or everything will be in vain. Plus, I doubt she’d give me her blessings to marry Ryker when he eventually gets rid of Morgana.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

in front of her with a knife and bowl as well. The moon goddess cleared her throat, "Today is a very important day for all of us. Today a courageous women is stepping forward to lead us always to the part if light, today she will be crowned the queen of dark magic and she and her mate I'll an oath to always protect and put the people of the werewolf world first. To rule and to guide them in the part of light and not to go astray. " I was feeling so overwhelmed and my mate must have noticed this through the bond because he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. My heart warmed when he winked at me.

"Go get your family!" The goblin thanked Vino in his gibberish tongue before scurrying away. "What is happening?" "We are officially at war! I will understand if you decided to retreat since the wand you're guarding is already gone." "We are family! We are in this together!" Queen Mother Fairy Nerida changed her gown to a silver war-like garb. Her legs were encased with leggings. Her small waist was pronounced with the short dress and wide skirt. On her arms were sheaths of knives. Her helmet was glittering with diamonds.