Queen Vega Novels & Stories

Before you go, just make sure my fucking door is fixed. She looked at me, but my remark didn't make her upset or startled.She appeared to be disappointed. "So this is my Luna's appearance?"She spoke in a judgmental, flat voice.hiding from the outside world while curled up in bed. Really? I scowled."What are you?" Arms crossed, she entered the room."My name is Vega, leader of the warriors.Additionally, it seems that you are trapped with a Luna who believes that putting on a sympathy party is equivalent to surviving. My entire body stiffened."You know absolutely nothing about me." She retorted, "I know you've been confined to this room for days while the entire pack mutters about how weak you

Bea took one look at me and asked, "Plan B?" "Yes." I said, no hesitation. "Plan B." This isn't over yet, Jester. Not by a long shot. ***** Conrad Vega sat behind his desk at the Head Office of Vega Industries in New York. Tall and broadly-built like his father, with the same intelligent blue eyes, there was no mistaking he was his father's son and the successor to a financial empire bigger than any existing country.

"I've found something promising." He spreads several documents across the table, pointing to family records dating back three generations. "Vega appears to have one living blood relative—a niece named Karina who serves as a healer in a remote Northern settlement." I scan the documents quickly, hope rising. "A healer? That's unexpected given Vega's apparent hatred of healing bloodlines." "Family complications," Dominic explains. "According to these records, Vega's sister married a man with distant healing ancestry. When their daughter Karina manifested healing abilities, Vega disowned them both. They fled to a remote settlement beyond her influence."

(Marcuez Vega) Vega was a 45 years old man, with a handsome manly face and brown haired with streak of white compliment his seasoned looks, with 2 meter tall and 120kg of pure muscle, he looks both charming and imposing. "You still looks the same Vega..and you still haven't changed your car…". Vega stands his pride car which he never change for 30 years, a vintage Cal-style Volkswagen with over sized chrome rims. Imagined a giant driving a small car, it's quite off putting.

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

Vega came to stand beside me. "How are they?" she asked. "They will do what needs to be done," I said. Vega looked at the formation. She looked at each face in the way she looked at squads before games. She had been doing this for eleven years and she did not miss much. Her expression did not change but I caught the slight pause when her eyes moved across the five. "Run them hard tonight," she said. "Not for the review. For the game." "I know the difference," I said.

Morgana’s POV The rest of the week passed in a blur. On Thursday, Ryker and I took a flight to Las Vegas for the wedding. We arrive at the Darkspire Hotel, which is owned by Alpha Dante. I’ve heard about it a lot, but nothing prepared me for actually stepping into the luxurious five star lobby. The second we arrive, people are already waiting to take out things and lead us to our suites. For the duration of the wedding, we have the entire floor of the penthouse suites.

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!"

Her vagina contracted with increasing speed, and the pleasure grew more and more intense. Finally, as the man thrust hard and fast once more, slamming fiercely against that spot, her pleasure instantly peaked and erupted like a volcano. She squirted. Wave after wave of honeyed fluid gushed forth from the depths of her core. The clear stream splashed directly onto the man’s thrusting cock, causing him to groan with pleasure. Almost simultaneously, the man released his scorching seed deep into her core. Wave after wave of scalding semen surged against her fragile, sensitive innermost depths, causing her to clamp down even tighter on his hardness.

Vega could sense something was going on, and so she hastened her step. Just as she came into view, the smell of vanilla mixed with a minty kind of scent hit her nostrils, and Jackie immediately said the words "Mate!" Vega's heart fluttered, so just as she had thought, her mate really came, he came for her. Vega walked faster in the direction of the scent, the more she approached, the stronger the scent. All of a sudden, she saw Victoria 10 metres ahead of her. She stretched her form to see to whom the scent belonged, but Victoria was blocking her view.