North Queen Novels & Stories

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.

Then, after nearly an hour of searching, Ella gasps, “This is it. This pack takes other pack’s Omegas in their university.” “Which pack is it?” I am willing to accept whatever it is, but I’m bracing myself. We’ve already combed through all the more prestigious packs. The ones that are left aren’t known for their academic prowess. “Nightheart pack,” Ella says. Nightheart pack, from what I recall, is far to the north in lands trapped in perpetual winter. Despite their pack name, days are longer there, and snowfall happens on the regular. It’s not the ideal place to live, or to travel to for school.

"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.”

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.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

Rhiannon said, her voice crisp as she turned to leave, "I'll advise you to leave too, before they notice your presence from your earth signature," The three main Packs of the North - True North, Timberfang and the Wavecrest all have unique signatures, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. The True North Pack had the water signature, Timberfangs have the Earth signature, and the Wavecrest also has the water signature, although slightly different from the True Norths. Rhiannon took a step forward, wanting to put distance between them and break this strange magnetic field that seemed to be drawing them in. But her boot caught on a loose stone, and she stumbled forward.

My voice was barely more than a whisper, yet my question spiraled into the threads connecting wolf to wolf. At first, silence greeted me. Then, a faint and an unfamiliar voice began to bleed into my thoughts. It’s true. Derek’s second Luna is gone. She died in her sleep. Crescent Moon is in chaos. The voice slipped away before I could grasp it. I froze. My pulse raced. Another Luna dead?

before disappearing around the corner. She had always called me Queen, acknowledging my rule over Eradrakor—but Luna Queen was my future title in the North Kingdom. Had she finally accepted that I was Alexander’s mate and queen? Would she stop fighting for him? Only time would tell. Later that evening, I ran into her again as she drank tea on the terrace. The air was cool, peaceful, almost deceptively so. I lowered myself into the chair across from her. “Would you like some tea, Luna?” she asked sweetly.