Queen Angella She-ra Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t born here. I came from a smaller village, two borders east. I only moved here a few months before I was summoned to work at the shrine.” I crossed my arms. “Well, she used to be Luna. Queen of this clan. My predecessor. Before the Kings stripped her of her titles and cast her out.” Sheila’s eyes widened. “Why would they let her back?” “Let?” I scoffed. “She forced her way in. And now we’re stuck figuring out if she’s here to fix her past or destroy us all.” Sheila’s face clouded with concern. “Stay away from her,” I warned. “If she speaks to you, smile and leave. Do not engage. Don’t trust a single word she says. If you see her near this room or Lucian again, tell me immediately.”

The girl walked in. She was in a pale pink dress, her hair braided and laced with white ribbons. She looked smaller in daylight, more fragile, like a glass cup on the edge of a table. “Our guest,” Elder Hama called her. They introduced her formally, and she bowed, saying everything my mother must’ve drilled into her head. “She is brave,” one Elder murmured. “And kind, she has the qualities for the Luna,” he turned to me. “The moon goddess is really great, she chose the best person for you.”

South Side, Queen Rhea's chamber. "My Queen, my Queen!" Rhea's pale eyes flew open, embracing the darkness in front of her. Her eyelids grew darker, and her whole body whitened as she tried to hold off her power. Anger painted her facial expressions. She observed something was wrong.

She asked. “I’m a hybrid. Mostly, a human. I haven’t shifted into a lycan and my mate is five years older than me.” He winked. “My sugar momma.” He looked at his terror mate. The one in a high ponytail. She's wearing office attire. “He works in the company I heard.” “I didn’t know that our PR President is his mate.” The woman approached the Queen and curtsied. “I’m Shaira Reyes.” “Ah, she’s graceful.” Bella hugged her. “Please be patient with my brother. He died as a teenager.”

she breathed, but loud enough for us all to hear. Sharon chuckled gleefully. “See, Your Highness? I told you she would be lurking around here.” Elara ignored her, as she fixed her focus entirely in me. She took another step forward, her movement smooth and calculating. “Hello,” she said, her tone dangerously polite. “I am Elara, daughter of Alpha Kael of the Silvermane Pack, and destined Luna of the Shadow Fang Pack. And you are?” I opened my mouth to answer, to cling to some shred of composure, but Sharon cut in with a contemptuous snort.

Unbroken. Crowned not by lineage. Not by prophecy. But by war. The survivors knelt around her. Not out of fear. Out of truth. Kael. Lucien. Saphira. Thousands more. They knelt not to a symbol. Not to a throne. But to her. Elara Moonstone. Queen of Ash and Fire. The Queen who bowed to no king. The Queen who forged her crown in flame and fury. And now, with the valley burning behind her and the war only beginning,

Sheila rushed forward instantly spotting the sweating clothes she wore as she lay on the bed, with a mild look of horror on her face as she came to the side of the bed and offered her a hand to help her off it. Hurai could only smile already imagining how the bed sheets would disappear and her body would be washed extra clean. “Rena, Sheila… this is Xena,” Hurai said pointing to her friend who had a very gentle expression on her face and even went ahead to send a small bow to Rena and Sheila the moment she introduced them. “She’s my new personal maid. She’ll be joining the both of you,” Rena instantly beamed, instantly giving Xena a welcome smile but Sheila continued to be Sheila, as she sim

She informed Selena. "Oh, I see. I am…I am also not a fan b…but I had to." The woman nodded and took a sip from her drink. "I am Hera, a mother of one." "Selena." "Yeah, Selena Andrew. I watch your movies every time." Hera replied. Selena was a bit happy that she got recognized for her acting, not by scandal. "Do you know that you can't overcome your problems by drinking?" Hera asked and looked at her. "I…I…" Selena was at loss for words.

They had no idea who the monster in the circulating rumors was, but it definitely wasn’t their father. “I wonder if Elder Brother will be there this time,” a beautiful black haired maiden whose eyes resembled the deep well of Mimir looked at the door expectantly as she spoke. Her long hair reached all the way to her slender waist, and rested on her rounded hips. Her long legs were full of strength and elasticity. She wore the standard battle suit of Celestials, complete with a pair of combat boots, yet her exquisite charm couldn’t be hidden. Even in such a getup, she was like a delicate flower with loads of love to share. This Celestial was Sharon, the one known as Canyon’s Mouth to most Cel

But she froze when Kesha walked straight through her body. Realization struck her. She wasn't truly there. “No!” Angela spun around and chased after Kesha. Suddenly, a figure dropped between them. “You aren't going anywhere, Kesha!” Orion. The younger Alpha seized Kesha by the throat and hurled her across the hall before charging after her. “Alpha Orion...” Angela whispered. Relief flooded her chest as she watched them clash. Hurrying back to Elena and Queen Elizabeth, she found her mother helping the injured Queen Witch sit upright.