Queen Nephilim Novels & Stories

A Nephilim, well, that was not what I was expecting. “Can we trace her DNA to her biological parents?” I asked. “Unfortunately, no, with the human DNA added to the mix, we can trace her to a specific family but not the actual parents. I tried to track down the families, but both family lines ended 500 years ago. There isn’t a direct living descendant alive. The few blood relatives alive have no idea about that part of their family.” She explains.

Of course today was a double ceremony, a double celebration for I would be crowded queen. The archimoon (archbishop in human terms) came forward and Elijah stepped back giving up space for the crowning. A servant came forward and his hands was a pillow that held a scepter, orb and a golden crown although smaller than that of Elijah's. The throne room was silent as the archimoon spoke. "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern and protect the Peoples of the Lycan race which includes the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, Canada, Australia, Africa and of your Possessions and the other Territories and packs to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to the law?" He asked.

Ferius seriously whispered to his son while he held his two tiny shoulders gripping them tightly as sweats were forming from his head dripping down "It's no joke that we're in this kind of situation. I need to first calculate our escape before all the shadow knights had captured or killed us all," Ferius suddenly blurted unconsciously making Aiden's instinct come true - and that was he knew that something was not right from the very beginning where they were in the balcony to the carriage they were in

And as for him, you are one remember? Ijus said raising his brow while smirking. Then realization hits Kian. "He is too." He mumbled. "If the union is completed, he will be. If you wanted an heir, then you must be forgetting something. Who are your other parents?" Kian frowned but still answer, "Kaios and Selene." "Uh-huh. And they are?" "The deities of Dark and Light" "Also known as?" "Death and *Kian gasped* ...life"

Her eyes were a piercing ice blue that made her look ethereal. “Where I was created.” “Created?” I asked, confused. “Just watch.” She fumed. I was in a clearing in the forest and my mother was standing at the center, surrounding her were members of the coven, some of them were the ones Anders and I had seen in the forest talking. Omen was there as well. “Our Queen is pregnant with the werewolves child and a future hybrid. I high honor for our Coven.” Omen announced. My mother was glowing. Her long black hair shimmered in the moonlight, making her ice-blue eyes stand out as she faced her coven.

Gideon was raging, you could feel it in his aura. “I don’t have those answers. I do know that they were using the blood of some of the pups supplied to them by the new moon alliance. They also have been looking for Alfheim and the Fae realm. They are not the normal human peace-loving hippie witches we’ve seen in the last 200 years. They have found an older power that we thought was lost to humans. One the gods themselves want stopped.” A chill runs down my spine as I listen to Ithildin.

“Nah, I loved your pops too much to let you have anything but the best. That man was the best of the best. Not one fuck up in more than thirty years of working for my family. That’s something special. But hey, look at you. You’re on your way to being the next Mordechai Zoil.” “Technically I already am,” I reminded him. He laughed, then all of his men laughed along with him. Didn’t seem too funny to me. Every first born on my dad’s side got the same name. Jonathan walked away from me, going back to the two bleeding men on the ground. He sighed at them, once again asking what he would do with them. I already knew what he would do with them. Their fates had been sealed the moment they fucked up

He nods and then invites us further into their village so we can eat and rest from our long Journey, but Jackson is in too much of a hurry. "Anak; This is Jackson, Alpha king of the werewolves. This is Gabriel, the Vampire King. This is Lydia, the oldest bloodline of witches." I introduced my friends to the Nephilim. He nods once again while his wife prepares some tea leaves in a pot for us to have to drink and prepares lunch for us as well. Very humble and minimalist. "So what brings you to Mount Hermon?" He asks me. Okay, I suppose I am being viewed as the leader of our group. " We are here to find out what happened to the fathers of the original 200 fallen angels who had laid with human w

the seer half whispered. “This is not my mate, Sameen. She died in my arms, and I buried her with our child. I don't know what gibberish you're speaking, but this… this is a human pet brought by the pet hunter,” I scoffed, turning to walk away. I had had enough of the rubbish she was spouting. “You felt it, Damien. Your mate is dead, but this is a reincarnation of her. The one the moon goddess has given you for a second chance. I don't know why, but she is the one,” the seer insisted, her voice earnest.

But Jericho revealing his true nature bothered her greatly. You're Nephilim, Feron had told her fiance. Nephilim were half-angel, half-human creatures whose impure souls left them sickly and dead by the time they reached puberty. Jericho was ill, that much Rose could see, but from the looks of him, Jericho might be in his early twenties already. If he were truly a Nephilim, he should be long gone. She didn’t know what could have given him a longer life than intended. But she was certain of one thing--he was definitely after the ritual to prolong his short life even further. Nothing more, nothing less.