Shield Hero Queen Novels & Stories

This was an Alpha King who had been betrayed by his own, and he was ready to excise the rot. Rebel joined him a heartbeat later, and a collective gasp rippled through the court despite everyone’s best efforts to remain silent. She stood tall, her spine a straight line of obsidian, her chin lifted in a way that was neither defiant nor soft. She looked unbreakable. The moonlight kissed the silver threads woven through her hair, and the subtle glow of her hybrid power shimmered just beneath her skin like a living, breathing thing. She had chosen to wear white and silver, the traditional colors of sovereignty and judgment. She carried no weapons and wore no armor. She did not need them. The Quee

It is beautiful, serene… but heavy, every breath filled with judgement. At the center of it stands the Queen, her body shimmering faintly with threads of silver running through her skin, marking her for what she is: a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Her presence radiates command, her eyes blazing like molten silver. Here, she is not merely queen. She is divine.

That was also why she could defeat more than twenty enemies on her own. So, that was it! However, Quentin did not expect that Lone Shadow, the legendary King of Mercenaries, would actually turn out to be a girl. She was also a young, beautiful, and mysterious girl! Quentin’s heart fluttered slightly, and he was looking at the young girl with an even more intense look in his eyes. But the problem now was that the killer had a pistol in his hand! Sienna raised her brows as she faced the dark muzzle of the pistol. There was not a trace of fear on her face as she casually laughed and asked, “That’s it?”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

“I had help this time, though.” With those words, I raised my head and noticed Vivienne standing in a defensive position in the corner of the room. She held a small flamethrower and panted out of breath, turning in circles as if searching for any sign of danger in the room. Vivienne must have sensed my gaze because she quickly turned to face me with a wide grin stretched across her lips. “Oh, hey… How are you feeling, Luna Queen?” she chuckled, setting the flameflower down on the floor and then walking over to us.

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.

He stepped forward until his bare chest was flush against me and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “You are not just Alpha, you are also Queen to my people, our people. And your safety as Queen is my job. I am the lead royal guard. So yes, this is my call to make. You will not be left alone till the threat of the black wolves has been dealt with. If you wish to fight me on this it will do no good. I’ve already alerted Cadmus as King and he has ordered the same thing. We are not interfering with your ability to be Alpha, we are protecting our Queen.”

The door behing him slightly swinging still from Zeus's momentum. Thanion pulled himself from the woman's mouth and turned toward the annoying voice he immediatey recognized; his shirt hung open, revealing a sculpted chest that glistened faintly with the sheen of sweat, as though he’d been in the middle of some heated exchange. His hair, raven-black with a hint of silver streaks at the temples, fell in loose, slightly tangled waves around his sharp, angular face. He was the embodiment of power and poise, save for the sharp glare he directed at his unwelcome guest.

“Why healer?” She hesitated, fingers tightening around the towel. Then her shoulders lifted in a small, determined shrug. “Because I want to help people,” she said simply. “And because… someday, I want to serve in the Alpha King’s house.” My thoughts flashed to Dominic. I blinked. “That’s… ambitious.” Her mouth twitched. “I know.” “As what?” I asked. She finally looked at me then, eyes bright despite everything. “The Queen Luna’s personal healer,” she said. “And confidant.”

“Yes. But she’s… changing.” Selene’s eyes locked onto Nyra’s, and for a fleeting moment, her mother’s gaze, warmth, love, shone through the bestial transformation. Then the glow shifted to molten gold, and her expression twisted with hunger. “I... am... Queen,” she intoned, each word punctuated by a flash of the rune. “Queen… of Ash and Blood…” Her claws scraped against Nyra’s shoulders, but she halted, as though bound by some ancient oath to protect her daughter. The hall’s remaining light converged around her, the rune blazing like a crown forged in fire.