North Queen Novels & Stories

The noisy living room fell silent in an instant, and even the air seemed to have frozen over. Overwhelming Alpha pressure radiated from Leonard, forcing everyone present to bow their heads instinctively. "The…The Alpha King?" Timothy swallowed hard, trying to suppress the terror welling up within. Even so, his hand clutching the slave serum trembled. "Sasha has already been marked. She cannot marry you. Who here is your Luna Queen?" "Beta Timothy Newsom." Leonard sneered. "Who gave you the right to address me like that?"

The power my aphrodite has on me is inconceivable. We entered the club. Reminding myself of the control that I have. A seductress next to an alpha enters the den of the wolves. Is like waiting for an impending war of territory.

His mate was in pain and he had no idea what so ever on what was wrong with her. Well, that was until the fresh scent of freshly picked roses and honey nectar mixed with another prominent scent wafted through the air of the enclosed space. This scent made all the men do a double take and stand up straight, this was the forbidden scent, the scent of a woman in heat, the scent of the luna queen in heat.

She looked out at the city, her gaze fixed on the distant Robinson International tower. The "Ghost in the Machine" had tried to delete their history. The Council had tried to steal their son. But they had forgotten one thing: when you push a woman to the edge, she doesn't just break. Sometimes, she finds the predator hidden in her blood. Rose—the White Wolf—snarled at the skyline. The hunt was no longer being led by the billionaires in their high towers. The hunt had just been taken over by the Queen of the North.

Suzanne asked, her tone was getting cold and colder. "I am not trying to say anything, Suzanne. I am not pointing out the odds. Dominic is the leader of the North region and he has the symbol 'N' tattooed on him. What's my relation with the south region? Why do I have this?! These questions are making me go crazy." Athena exclaimed in frustration while throwing her hands up in the air. She didn't know what to do or what not to do at that moment. "No! You can't have any relation with the south region! You just can't! Did you hear me?" Suzanne screeched out loudly while looking at Athena angrily. Athena couldn't stop herself from frowning anymore and she stood up as well.

With peace finally restored, the NorthHill Pack breathes again. The sounds of war fade into silence, replaced by the soft rustling of trees and the quiet steps of wolves returning to their routines. Yet beneath the calm lies the weight of all they have lost and all they have endured. Lowell stands tall as Alpha, his presence commanding yet softened by the woman who now stands beside him — Nana. The scars of their battles run deep, but together, they forge something stronger. Their bond has weathered storms, betrayal, and bloodshed, yet it emerges unbroken. Nana, who once cowered in fear and hid behind shadows, now carries herself with grace and quiet power as the Luna of NorthHill.

Now, they were looking at a Queen who held the power of the sun and the earth in her hands. "She speaks the truth," Marcus said, stepping out from behind a massive cedar tree. He was flanked by Leo and Ace, who ran to me, burying their faces in my waist. Luna was already there, her hand tucked into Killian’s. "The First City has fallen. The Southern Council is a memory. If we don't stand behind the Silver Queen, there won't be a Blackwood Pack by sunrise." Hagar looked at the Triplets. He looked at the way the two boys radiated a synchronized kinetic energy, and the way Luna’s eyes—now a haunting mix of silver and gold—seemed to see right through his soul.

And now— Vivienne Everhart stood as Luna Queen of the North. The past laid to rest. The future claimed. At peace. With no regrets left in this life.

Elder Beacon is huddling close to the Queen Luna, enjoying the little drama that is slowly unfolding. Hunter stands up and faces the warriors who accompanied my mother, daring them to touch his mate. Since he is the Beta, they back off instantly. However, despite everything that is happening around us, it’s Freya who shocks us all. She slowly rises to her feet and clasps her hands in front before speaking. “A No-name whore? Excuse me Queen Luna, but you should reconsider your words. In the North, our pack doesn’t tolerate disrespect. Especially to Royalty.”

The Queen was a rumour among them: bigger shadow, smoother gait, moving with the quiet contempt of something that had never had to ask permission. They weren’t scattering anymore. They were forming. Two streets from the Quay, the wind twisted sideways. Flags snapped. The Queen took the roofline of a sandstone building like a stage, rain beading along her spine. She ranged the city—west to campus, south to Surry Hills, north along the bridges—then fixed on the harbour as if the water itself were prey. Jake took a breath behind a chimneystack and inventoried. Knife. Two spare mags that solved the wrong problems. One flare. One tourniquet. Paracord. Zip ties. Three energy bars. No plan.