North Queen Novels & Stories

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.

"I thought you said this was werewolf territory?" “That's King Harold,” she said. “Who is he?” “King of the north.” "We're that far already?" I asked. I didn’t need wolf senses, or knowledge of how their society worked, for me to know that we were in a very dangerous situation, and I should have been afraid, but instead of fear I felt a sense of wonder and curiosity. The biggest of the wolves stepped forward. “Quinn Maree, Daughter of the North, I’ve come for you,” he growled.

“Yes, Mr. Langley. We’re on it!” Nathan started the car with a cold look on his face after hanging up. Before they headed toward the mountains, his phone rang once more. It was Finn. He picked up the call, only to hear Finn’s anxious voice. “Queenie Lane is on the move, Mr. Langley. She just bought lots of food and is now driving out of the city. I’m following behind her right now.” “Where is she headed?” “Judging by the direction, she’s headed for the mountain area between North City and Cloud City.”

Qiana knew of it, though at the time she had not known Isolde was her fellow apprentice. Isolde shook her head. "The greater reason is that Nate has become the monarch of the Northern Frontier." Qiana fell silent. Isolde smiled faintly. "The Southern Frontier lies close to the Northern Frontier. If His Majesty thinks I claim to be traveling south, but actually plan to go north instead, and if Nate were to return there as well..." Qiana's brow twitched. "You fear His Majesty will think you're raising forces at the Northern Frontier?" Isolde only smiled again and said nothing more.

It's in this tranquil yet ominous silence that I acknowledge the journey that awaits-fraught with peril, yes, but also ripe with the potential for triumph. Drawing in a deep breath, I allow the scent of the earth, mingled with the subtle fragrance of night-blooming flowers, to fill my senses. It's a poignant reminder that even in darkness, life persists, thrives, and evolves. And so shall I, Kelly Thompson, Luna Queen of the South pack-steadfast, vigilant, and ever ready to defend the world I hold dear.

This time she had broken the anchor. She stood up, her skin shimmering with a faint, metallic light. Her heart didn't just start, it thundered. She was the Queen of the North, and she had just found her King and she was going to do anything she could to protect him…

Silvia states. The irony is their mates are the most irritating and unrestrained ones. Queen Nala of the Southern hemisphere, Neptune’s mother, should be the only one gloating here because her mate is the only one who can control himself. “Apologies to you Lycan queens. You are free to go,” I release them. Zoey and Silvia storm out while Nala remains. She is more matured than the other two. I like her. I can feel my heat rising as I brief the Luna’s on how to keep their mates in check. I speak fast when I hear the howling outside. The idiots are here.

"The High Council sent an infiltration squad to wake you as a weapon against my people. They are dead. The North is under my protection." The priestess let out a sound that might have been a laugh—a dry, rattling wheeze that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. "The North belongs to the deep, little queen. The Council’s laws and your wolf’s teeth are nothing but dust to the choir. You carry the Seal, but your blood is thin. You are still tethered to the light." With a sudden, violent jerk of her arm, the priestess thrust her long, clawed fingers toward the ceiling.

She struggled to breathe. "LUNA! Stop it! We have to go find the baby before Liam gets angry," a wolf man stopped the brutal act Luna had done to Allea. "This woman must die. Do you know what? Liam dumped me in favour of this human. Soon, I'll have to become queen. I will marry Liam. Of course, after this human dies." Luna couldn't control herself because of her emotions. She attacked Allea, tearing her body apart. Until Allea finally gave up on her life.