Once Upon A Time Quon Novels & Stories

They are not responsible for what their Alpha did. My mother has been keeping me busy, having me practice some new lessons I’m learning while she shows Quilla and Quinlee how to stitch an organ inside a body using one of the many dummies we have for practice here. It’s a good distraction, but when Quirin’s mind connects to mine, I can feel the fury still roiling inside him. “They’re back,” I say to my mother, jumping up. ‘Luna, Alpha Henry is bringing Alpha Quirin to you. He said to stay where you are, Alpha needs you,’ the guard at the gate says in the mind link.

It echoed in his mind and shattered his resolve. The gap in their power was clear for all to see. Amber was clueless, and so were her old classmates. Even Drake and Wilhelm barely scratched the surface of understanding. They watched in shock as Quon's face turned ghostly pale as if struck by an invisible force. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a guttural gasp and stumbled backward, collapsing to the ground with a thud. His feet scraped against the floor, kicking in vain before his body went rigid and still.

She turned, handing me a set of keys. "This will be your home during your stay, and whenever you decide to visit." "Visit?" Troy looked dubious, but I unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal the most beautiful room I had ever seen in my life. The red stone walls were vibrant against the polished, pale wood furniture. Troy's mouth dropped open as he looked up at the half-dome ceiling, a mural painted along every inch. "This is the White Queen's apartment," Una said, her hand on the doorknob. "Dinner is in a few hours. Please join us in the courtyard whenever you're rested."

"Hey, did you just drop our baby?" Johanna scolded Connor. He quickly checked Quinn, who looked adorable even with her brows furrowed. Kal peeked at the carrier and offered some of his food. "Kal, this is your cousin, Quinn." Kal frowned and was about to push the food into Quinn's mouth, but Connor quickly caught his hand. "No. She can't eat that yet." Quinn glared toward Kal as Connor wiped her face. "I'm sorry, Princess."

I said, knocking on the door to his chambers. He appeared in a robe, and I immediately smelled sex and some type of unknown fairy. While Quinn had a mate he was certainly never faithful to her and I didn't know if it was a two way street. Sunny gossiped about it but I could care less as long as he made it to court on time. “So sorry to interrupt, I need to brief you on Vincent and then I’d like you to accompany me to see him so I don’t get out of hand, it can’t wait,” I said, being a petulant child.

I admit to him. "Well, Quin did try to kill you. Or do you not remember the first time that we met?" He asks me. We both chuckle lightly at that memory. Quin has not hunted a bird since then. Apparently trying to kill your future Luna while hunting a bird is not quite that fond of a memory. I will forever be happy to hold that against him whenever it comes up. "We both know that that does not count. How was he to ever guess that the cardinal was actually a werewolf that could turn into more than one animal. Let alone, that that werewolf would end up being the mate to his Alpha. Seems pretty far fetched to me." I say.

“There was a Luna standing in a field of ash. Her eyes were blind. Her hands were red. She said one thing before she disappeared” She swallowed hard. “‘Don’t wear what you haven’t earned.’” The room fell silent. Altheya’s voice was gentle. “That Luna… was likely Lunessa the Broken. The last queen who took the crown in fear, not faith. She ruled for twenty-one days. On the twenty-second, her heart stopped beating. And no one could explain why.” Aria looked to her daughter. “This is the moment, Liora. You either claim it and let it shape you, Or it will wait until the shape it takes… is no longer yours.”

I walked to Kael's side. He held out his hand, and I placed mine in his. "Everyone," Kael's voice rang through the temple, "this is my fated mate, the Luna of the Winter-fang Pack, and your future Queen." As he finished speaking, the golden mate marks on both our necks lit up in unison. It was the sacred symbol only true fated mates possessed. The crowd was completely stunned. The blood drained from Damon's face, leaving it as white as paper.

“Promise me you won’t keep secrets anymore.” “I promise,” he said, voice rough. “But you have to promise something, too.” “What?” “When the time comes, when this war forces you to choose between the throne and your heart… choose what’s right.” She nodded slowly. “I will.” --- Two Weeks Later The first envoy arrived under a blood moon. A wolf elder from the Wyrmwood Clans—eyes blind, yet always seeming to look through lies. She carried a staff carved with names of those she’d buried, and a pouch of bones she claimed whispered answers.

I laugh so hard, I almost wet myself. There’s a knock at the door and Torstein pokes his head round the door “Princess Orianna?” he asks “Yes Uncy Stone?” Ori beams from her dad’s lap. Torstein groans “It's your own fault for explaining the meaning of your name” I point out “That’s the worst part.” He answers, before turning back to Orianna “Lord Reuben is here to see you” “Yay! Roo!” she squeals, excitedly. “Roo?” I ask