Rebel Queen Novels & Stories

How was she seeing in those? "You won't be needing this." She said, tossing my combat belt aside. That was where I stashed all my throwing blades...and potions. How daring of her to lay her hands on it. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm sure you must be really confused." She chuckled. "The name's Zina. Queen of the jaguar clan and probably your worst nightmare. You've never met an assassin like me." She announced, lifting her head with pride. Queen of the jaguar clan? As in Werejaguars ?

“No women. No kids. Those are your rules, sir.” “That’s right.” Rebel stood next to Clint, towering over him as he pocketed the rebel wolf’s blade. He cracked his knuckles once again with a menacing crunch. The sound sent a visible shiver running through the other wolf. “And if I ever see you lay a hand on a woman again, next time, your queen won’t be here to save you,” Rebel growled. “I don’t want to see you near the Midnight Coyote ever again.” Rebel stared down at her attacker, his face full of pure contempt. “Now run, coward.”

By the time I found Rebel it was too late. Coming out of the darkness I was not expecting to step into the inferno. And the person behind it did not seem to care about the destruction and she left it behind. She was no longer the worried sister looking for her brother but the woman everyone was scared of. The ice queen. Standing on the corpse of her enemies without an ounce of emotion on her face. Her clothes were soaked in blood, I couldn't tell it was hers or others. Those she looked bothered with it, beating the shit out of a corpse, not caring the blood oozing out of the deep cuts on her arms.

I lifted my chin, stepping forward until the cold bit into my bones. "I do," I said, my voice clear as glass. Moses arched a brow. Vito's lips curled faintly. "I will not submit," I said. The murmur swelled, broke, and crashed into a storm of voices. Vito's jaw tightened. His eyes gleamed with the promise of war. Standing among the nobles, Elder Marlow said sharply, "My Queen, think carefully! This is no longer court gossip — this is rebellion!" I turned toward him. "I was not made queen to kneel at the feet of cowards."

As for now, I need to keep going slow since I’m not that powerful yet, but I’ll be as soon as I kill the so-called Queen of werewolves, and claim her power for myself. Before that I entered a world, Rebel appeared in a blink of an eye while holding jeans that smelled like Peter. “ Get yourself covered!” She ordered and I growled not accepting it. “ Werewolves thing… You always tend to believe that people enjoy looking at your naked body, and get annoyed when they ask you to get dressed!” “ Well, that’s not what’s annoying me…” I exclaimed while wearing the jeans she brought. “ I’m annoyed because you are disrespecting your alpha.”

“Didn’t you hear me earlier? I want revenge. And how am I supposed to do that if I don’t hold the throne myself?” Hunter scoffed, leaning back in his chair like I had just told a joke. “You really don’t know anything,” he said. “No woman in history has ever ruled the three werewolf kingdoms of the Varkanavikzhtan Region alone. That position has always belonged to witches.” I lifted my chin, refusing to let his words shake me. “Am I not part witch?” I shot back. “If a witch can rule as Queen, then so can I.” For a split second, silence.

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

Cesar doesn't like the games that Cordell plays, and it's clear on his face. "What are you getting at?" he growls, trying to hold himself together. Cordell walks over to me and strokes the side of my face. I want to turn and bite him but I remember the presence of the knife on my neck. "She promised to marry me, and father my children. But she lied and fucked you instead, becoming Queen of the Whores." "How dare you disrespect my wife!" Cesar booms, his accent layering on thick to the threatening words. His whole body begins to shake. It has been happening more and

Araina looked into his eyes in disbelief. At first, the comment regarding his revenge on Marcus surprised her. She didn’t know if he meant it literally and would really accept her as his partner just to annoy him. But what bothered her the most was the thought that he would accept her as his queen. Ariana the queen. The thought seemed so distant and humorous.

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B