Once Upon A Time Quon Novels & Stories

He growled at me. "Both of you, shut up!" Luna Queen growled at us. "No one is dying today. Do you hear me? Bryce doesn't even think of touching a hair on her head. If you ever touch her, I will kill you myself." She warned "...and you!" She turned to look at me, and I immediately bowed down. "Bryce is not only your husband but your Alpha, addresses him as one. Instead of you two fighting you should be figuring out how you are going to give me a heir tonight, which is not negotiable" she said the last part the minute our mouths were about to open.

“But we don’t have a choice.” By the time Quincy arrived at the encampment, the tension was palpable. The guards escorted him into the main hall, their eyes never leaving him. Quincy Otto was as composed as ever, his sharp features and calculating gaze making him look more like a politician than a practitioner of dark magic. But I knew better than to underestimate him. “Luna Queen,” Quincy said smoothly, offering a slight bow. “To what do I owe the honor of this... invitation?” I ignored his sarcasm, gesturing toward the table where the pendant rested. “You studied the moonstone for years,” I said. “You understand its magic better than anyone. We need you to tell us what this is.”

I’ve been so lost in thought, staring blankly at Kael playing with the other pups. “I’m sorry,” he bows. “I’m Quentin.” I know who you are, is what I want to say. But I don’t. “Lovely to meet you, Quentin.” I smile, eyes watering slightly. I had forgotten about the only friend I had back then. He looks good, healthier than before. “Are you a palace Omega?” I ask before he gets the chance to speak. He nods. “Yes, I am. Didn’t used to be though.” “Wow, what changed?”

I don't see my guard. Brody and Sven are like having brothers. They’re sweet enough, joking around and showing off. The boiler room lives up to its name, I spend most of the day in shorts and a vest top, my hair piled high in messy buns. The men love to be topless, any excuse to flex and pose. It remains a dank, mossy, rusty concrete hell, but at least I have people to talk to. I keep my head down, though. A few days before the full moon, Quinn returns to duties. Her face has started to heal, but she is left with a ragged, ridged bump down each cheek, a horrifying clown grin permanently on show.

Susan instructed, her voice low but commanding. I nodded, though my arm was beginning to ache from the intensity of the energy coursing through me. I watched as Susan pulled out a small vial from her bag. It contained a thick, silvery liquid that shimmered under the moonlight. Without hesitation, Susan poured the potion over the moonstone, the liquid sliding across the surface of the crystal and pooling in the grooves etched into the altar.

The, 'we are mates' card, and I will not stand for that bull crap. He walks towards me, and when he is in front of me, he mutters the unexpected, "As the Alpha of Aquarious Waters, I'm asking you, Quinnzel O'Conner, future Luna of these people, to work with me here, please." he begs. I almost break out in a laugh, but I smile it away, biting my lower lip to suppress my laugh. He smiles with me, and then suddenly, the room gets cold. When I look at Lucinda, her eyes are purple, I look at Arthur, pulling him close to me, but I think that set her off, because I suddenly hear her bones crackling, dislocating and forming all weird shapes that shouldn't exist, but that isn't the last bit of it.

Their faces were pressed against the cold floor as their bodies shook violently. Several female werewolves who used to know me were trembling so hard their teeth chattered. “S-Selena… the Alliance’s strongest Alpha King, Lord Lucas, is your mate?” “The steward elder even performed a kneeling salute! And Leo called her his mom! She must be that mysterious Luna Queen everyone talks about, the one Lord Lucas treasures above all!” Gasps spread through the room again. I found the noise irritating, so I simply gave a faint smile.

59 Quinn finished bathing and after rubbing her lotion , she picked out a knee-length simple gown with shiny diamonds laced around the neck . She needed to look good because she was going on a date with Damon today and would really need to look good for their first date . . She brushed her hair in front of the mirror and packed it up in ponytail before wrapping it up in a messy bun . She pinned some clips on her hair and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She applied some nude makeup to her face and it glowed the more. .

A low, booming, hollow horn sounded from somewhere below. On the far side of the Den, a heavy, iron-barred gate, one I hadn't even seen, screeched open. Quinn. She was shoved out, stumbling, onto the quarry floor. She was in a simple, torn, white linen shift. Barefoot. Her beautiful blonde hair was a matted, tangled wreck. She fell to her knees, looked around at the thousands of glowing, hungry eyes. She looked… small. Broken. Then… she looked up.