Once Upon A Time Quon Novels & Stories

Having said that, Granny Quinn glared at Quentin coldly. "Tell me, then. How could you, Quentin, have a daughter you biologically fathered?" Quentin's face flushed white, while everyone else looked visibly dumbfounded. Luna looked at Granny Quinn and had a hard time processing the information she was hearing. 'That meant that the real Quentin would have no sexual reaction with a woman and, thus, wouldn't have fathered a daughter at all!' Luna thought. If everything were as Granny Quinn had said, then the Quentin they were looking at was just an imposter who had plastic surgery to look like Quentin.

The kind that eats a person from the inside until they have nothing left. Before I could find my voice, another figure appeared behind her. My eyes widened. “Arthur?” Mr. Quinn stepped into the room with the same commanding presence he had always possessed, his voice still deep and steady despite the years that had carved lines into his face. The children… Alex, Rissa, Anna, and little Nolan… watched him in stunned silence. His eyes met mine, then shifted to his wife. He didn’t have to say anything; his expression alone told me he knew everything.

“I won’t bring up this discussion anymore.” Just then, a text beeped from an unknown number on Quinn’s phone. Can we meet at Sunflower Park? I’m Gamma Luke. We only just met yesterday during my coronation. You work for Nun too. I need to tell you something. “I need to get to somewhere, ma’am. I shall take my leave.” Quinn excused herself and Warrior Nun granted her permission. She got to Sunflower pack in a jiffy as it was a stone's throw from Warrior Nun’s headquarters.

He questioned, staring at the woman sharply. My eyes light up as I spot a very familiar pair of doors. 'The Vault' a sign perched on top of the doors read. I withdraw a hand from my pocket and proceed to knock at the door. After a couple seconds, the doors were pulled open; revealing one of their guards. "Who are you and what do you want?" He asked, giving me a harsh stare. "Red. I came here for a fight." She answered.

At the coronation, the projection screen lit up. What should have been a romantic video of the newly crowned Alpha King, Lucas Ashbourne, and me was replaced by a series of high-definition, scandalous photos. The images showed a mark on the back of my neck. It was a mark I'd gotten five years ago when I saved an injured Lucas from a Rogue. But right now, the caption read, "Elena Nightbloom consorts with a Rogue. A defiled werewolf is unfit to be Luna Queen!"

Fermion POV My gaze met that of Alpha Keystone's daughter, Quinera and I withheld my sigh of displeasure at her sight. She was beautiful of course but I couldn't find it in me not to be repulsed, her attendants were all men and no women at all and they all looked like they were high on drugs or something else I couldn't pinpoint with my heightened sense of smell. The last time she was here, she had proclaimed me her mate and then tried to bargain with me regarding my Luna position but I had refuted anything she said and sent her away.

His tone was stern as he explained the ceremonial rules. “Each of you will take a turn stepping up onto the stage. Once you are on the stage, you will touch the Sacred Slate. The she-wolf who awakens the Sacred Slate is the chosen one. She will be the Prince’s Luna.” Two soldiers stepped forward, straining as they carried out a massive, ancient slate. Even with their Lycan strength, I could tell they struggled to bear the weight of the mysterious slate. It took both their efforts just to lift it, a testament to how heavy it really was.

My heart melted as I kept staring at her. “Ma, don’t cry, it’s your special day.” “I-” I was on the verge of tears when some people brought the cake to distract me. The cake was very huge, it was ten meters in width and five meters in height, the exact reason why it was being brought by a number of people and the two leading in the team weren’t helping at all but I recognized them immediately and knew why they weren’t helping. It was the previous supporting queen Arsay and her son, A.K.A my former guardian, Quincy.

A loud gunshot nearly deafened my ears, and I could not believe that Sanny actually shot his revolver at Quin. Quin had already anticipated the attack, and he scattered away in a cloud of bats. The castle wall behind him threw off specks of brick as the silver bullet wedged itself there. I sighed and tried to curl my body so that I was as small as possible. It was a little difficult, considering I was the tallest and sadly the most mature vampire here.

The chunk of ground we were floating on connected to the bridge allowing us to walk off before crumbling and hurling towards the ground like little torpedoes. We walked down the small bridge where a quarter sized fairy awaited us. “Hello my name is Peony and I’ll be organizing your stay. The Queen is in the great hall please visit while I prepare your bedchambers. Alpha Damon I understand you’ve brought your mate with you this time?” “Yes Peony I have brought my mate to speak with Queen Eira. It’s lovely to meet with you again.” Damon spoke in a very proper tone. “Yes lovely to see you as well. Which one of these ladies is your mate? Or do I dare presume they are all your mates?” She said wi