Skylander Golden Queen Novels & Stories

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

"By the champagne fountain." I took a slow sip from my glass and let my gaze drift casually to the right. Standing in the shadows of the arched doorway was Skylar Quinn Caiside. He was a high-ranking warrior from the Silver Moon pack and one of Caomh’s most fiercely loyal guards. Skylar’s dark eyes were locked entirely on us. He wasn't even trying to hide it. "Bronson sent him," I whispered, keeping my lips curled into a polite smile as a neutral elder walked past.

she said. I started thinking about the surrounding packs and which one would be my best bet. Howling Mountain was known to have good warriors, enough to keep their pack safe and make anybody think twice about attacking, but they were a lot like my pack also. Kept to themselves. So I doubt they would willing invite me in to train. Blood Moon was known to be the vicious and merciless warriors but only when needed. Everyone knew the name. They have won countless wars in the past losing only a small number of warriors on their side each time. But would they agree to train a 17-year-old girl who hasn’t shifted yet? Guess there’s only one way to find out.

Theo firmly stated, "I said we have not surpassed them. In my territory, failing to achieve total superiority is the same as a loss." Kyler’s face paled instantly. "That is biologically impossible." He leaned in, his voice urgent. "The Hill Group is fed the prime cuts from Windspire’s vaults. They use the Regalcrest Micro and Dragon Slayer drivers—ancient tech-lore that no other pack in the world can replicate." Theo flicked a speck of dust from his sleeve with chilling indifference. "We at Regent Global also utilized the Regalcrest. Did you find our performance lacking?"

Some of them were so thrilled that their tails shot straight up. The Supreme Ruler of the Werewolf Alliance was a pureblood half-wolf whose bloodline carried overwhelming dominance. He controlled most of the moonstone mines across the continent. Rumor had it he was only in his early thirties. Not only was his strength terrifying, but he also had a five-year-old pureblood heir. As for the mysterious woman who was his mate, she had always been fiercely protected. No ordinary werewolf had ever seen her face. “Oh, Moon Goddess… if I could just catch a whiff of the ruler’s scent today, my life would be complete!”

When Bynjym opens his claws, I see a group of people sitting around a campfire. “Is that her?” a man asks. “SHE has a name, Aris. Use it,” Ryuki says. “Sorry, Ryuki. Is this Skylar? Is she our new queen’s rider?” he asks. “You moron! Cyryl isn’t old enough to have a rider yet,” a woman says. “Queens are different, Soma. Look how Cyryl and the other dragons responded to Skylar before they were born. Even the silver egg they returned to Nyry responded to her.”

Even though the Sword Intent had performed 18 solar terms, Xiang Zeyu was still able to deal with it very well. Moreover, Ding Chunqiu also had to deal with Xiang Zeyu's means. Within the blinding light, black lines flashed by. Those were the tracks drawn by the shooting feathers of the Golden Wings. The legendary Golden Wings were not only known for their great defense and speed, but they could also kill people at the God Realm peak stage in an instant when it came to attacking. At this time, Xiang Zeyu was using the Golden-feathered Flying Shuttles.

Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

At first, the Queen frowns, but as the scholar keeps talking, a smile appears on her lips. “You are the mate of Derayu. You should have said this from the beginning. The scythe is yours. But I need you to promise to bring it back once you have killed your vampire. The scythe is a weapon of great power. If a person uses it with evil intentions, it will bring chaos and destruction.” Who the hell is Derayu? My mate is Vladimir. But I am not going to say anything about it. “Thank you, Queen scorpion. I promise to bring back the scythe. You have my word as an Alpha.”