North Queen Novels & Stories

The wind was blowing; black clouds billowing about behind me. You can’t move fast if your flesh has been melded to the guy next to you. Muahahaha! I clapped my hands together happily; resisting the urge to do a little jig on the spot. This was all going my way. I shouldn’t have doubted myself. I am Carlotta Danneskiold. The Queen of Aureum Sanguinem. *** Clouds obscured my vision. I didn’t know how to get rid of them without removing the source of my lightning bolts.

"The South needs to feel welcome. It’s part of building the Pack, remember?" "Inspecting your muscles is not part of the building code, Félix!" I tried to turn away, but he was faster. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the hard, solid heat of his chest. The contrast between my cold jealousy and his burning aura was electric. "You're jealous," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a shiver down my spine. "The White Queen, the Mother of the North, is jealous of a refugee with a nice dress."

"Then let this be a lesson to you, and any other wishing to undermine me. Next time, I will not be so lenient and will not hesitate in snapping your or any others neck. Am I clear?" She gave off a pitiful whimper and nodded. I released her and she shifted immediately, clutching her neck and coughing painfully. I turned to Lucas and the crowd, finding them watching me dumbfoundedly. Snow continued speaking through my mouth. "Is there any one else that would like to take up the place of Quinn and challenge me?" I was met with silence. "Very well. Lucas?" Quickly recovering himself, Lucas stepped towards me and announced. "Hail, Adrienne Knight! Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, Luna Queen of the we

“Damn girl I didn’t know you worked at the night clinic. You should stop by the party. It will be in the basketball court off the corridor of the clinic.” I looked at her like she had to head. “Um, how do you know about the night clinic?” “Everyone who was born and lived here forever knows about the night clinic. It is said the night queen owns it, which makes it neutral territory.” “Night queen,” I ask because I am confused. This place is so strange. “Yes, the night queen is the one who owns the neutral territory of this county and all the warring clans in the area can not fight or cause any trouble in those off-limits areas.”

I needed to find Queen Yarrow. Thank goodness I had built up the sort of notoriety that I had because the Luna Queen did not like to be found. It took me several hours of reaching out to contacts and pulling my newfound fame and fortune before I finally located her. She was staying across the continent in a small town called Crescentshire. Now, I was just one phone call away from the interview that would explain it all.

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s. Charly loves to travel and experience new places

I kiss her head and she calms down. "Where to?" she says between her sobs "...Northwood" "What? No!!!" She stands up "That's part of the Northmoon pack territory, Do you know what they do to trespassers? They will kill me the moment I step in" she states in pure horror and I understand her concern.

I'd paid attention during the tour, more than Maxwell probably realized, I knew where the witches stayed, a quieter section of the pack on the eastern side, where the buildings were older and the trees grew closer together and everything smelled faintly of something green and alive and different from the rest of the pack. The women I passed on the way there smiled at me. "Luna, " one of them said warmly. I wasn't their luna but I didn't correct her. Esmeralda's house was easy to find, a small stone building with herbs growing along the

"Isabella Wright, will you be my wife, the most precious partner in my life?" "I will." Three months later, our engagement party was held at the most luxurious hotel in New York. The guests were core members of both families and important business partners. As the guests raised their glasses in a toast, my assistant quietly approached me. "Ma'am, there's some news I think you should know," she whispered. "What is it?" "It's about Dante Moretti. Apparently, Angelina leaked Moretti family secrets to a rival. Their whole dock operation took a massive hit. Dante's position as head of the family is shaky, and the wolves are circling."

The Moon Goddess paired every wolf with a specific person. I could not understand why twenty females would willingly enter a brutal, violent competition to marry a man who was not their fated mate. But as I looked at North standing beside me, I slowly understood the reality of the situation. North was the most powerful Alpha in the entire southern region. He was handsome, incredibly strong, and he controlled a massive territory. In a pack that only valued physical strength and dominance, mating with North meant gaining the highest level of power and respect possible for a female. These women were not fighting for true love or a mate bond. They were fighting for the prestigious title of Luna.