Novel & Cerita Queen Rogue Backshots

Guinevere added softly, like the venomous tone she just used was a glitch. Her face was back to its serenity too. Raymond looked back at Alpha Ryan and the others as he responded, “Yes, yes. I am fine. Just a…” He looked back at his phone, heart thumping as he read. “She is back, Alpha. Our Luna Queen is back! She is not alone, though. I think you need to come back immediately, Alpha.” Raymond saw the phone shake, and it took him a moment to realise that he was the one shaking.

In the Rogue Queen’s ritual chamber, deep inside the Rogue Island palace, the room was covered with smoke from burning herbs and molten silver. The walls were filled with torchlight. Keira was strapped to a stone table, her hands tied, her eyes half-closed, the drug’s effect was fading but her body still felt limp, she half consciously rolled to the side, The rogue gown she wore was beginning to feel uncomfortable as it tingled her sweat-drenched skin. The Queen stood behind them, in the shadow, she had changed into a dull black robe with red threads for the ritual, her face was hidden beneath a hooded black veil, only her hands were visible, as she silently watched the ritual begin.

Swarm beasts surge immediate—carapace clicking silent, mouths yawning wide, eyes like broken stars. Navy SEALs drop in seconds later—black ops choppers cloaked, fast-roping down, rifles spitting void-piercing rounds. Marines storm from subway entrances—armored columns pushing up, heavy weapons glowing with integrated runes. USSF classified black ops melt from shadows—stealth suits shimmering, plasma blades igniting blue. **SEAL Captain (comms, calm):** “Storm Queen, grid locked. Black ops on flanks. Lances hot—waiting your mark.”

Could the Warriors be winning? Stopping just along the end of the path, I squat behind a thick juniper bush, parting its limbs just enough to peek through and see several lifeless bodies on the ground. One by one, my eyes scan the dead and I finally let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Thank God, none of them are Dominic. "Well, well, what do we have here?" a voice startles me from behind and I leap up, whipping around. "Looks like the Queen has returned." Zull practically purrs, as his tongue glides over his parted lips.

I reached for the Original Mistake. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Mirror-Queen. I Struck the Loom itself. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Narrative" on the obsidian floor. I didn't try to save my future; I Invalidated the Result. "I AM THE QUEEN WHO CHOOSES THE SCARS!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Optimized Humanity.

The rival queen screamed and collapsed, unconscious. Silence. Then—cheers erupted across the grove. Wolves howled in unison, acknowledging their Queen. Selene dropped to one knee, overwhelmed. Ryker rushed to her, catching her before she could fall. He pressed his forehead to hers, tears in his eyes. "You did it. My Queen." But just as she closed her eyes, a cold wind swept across the grove. From the edge of the woods, a figure emerged. Hooded. Cloaked in darkness.

The light in the room dimmed as if the torches themselves held their breath. She began to see. Her eyes opened wide. A haze of silver light unfurled behind them. She did not blink as she spoke the vision aloud. “Long ago,” she said, “there was a queen of the Emerald Pack. Her name was Elaria. She was fearless and tender. Her hair shone like moonlight when the river ran clear. Her mate was brave, loyal, and fierce. They loved each other with a flame that could have burned mountains.” The Seer’s voice softened. “But war came and darkness rose. The people of Elaria’s pack were threatened by a power that would have slaughtered them all. A shadowed force walked the valley, and wolves fell to madn

“Graymere knows what Thorncroft protection costs.” Garran looked away. Not convinced. But struck. That mattered. The arrow in Riven’s shoulder shifted as he swayed. His face went gray. Mara cursed and shoved past me. The Queen’s Guard swords snapped toward her. She stopped. Then slowly turned her head toward Kaeron. “I am about to remove an arrow. If one of your dead men pokes me, I will haunt every single one of you out of spite.” Kaeron stared at her. Then lifted one hand.

Lord Karth said as coolly as ever, but the weight behind his words sent a chill down my spine. “No, no, no. You can’t do that…please! Those girls are innocent.” “We can and we will,” High Seer Elowen retorted. “The Valenor clan are dangerous. We must cut their lineage out before it’s too late.” “They have done nothing wrong. They don’t deserve this,” I argued, but I was interrupted. “Shut up boy! You know nothing of the dark ages. The dragons may be long gone but their evil spirit still prevails in the hearts of the royal household,” she spat, looking me dead in the eye.

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.