Sly Fox Queens Novels & Stories

I have interest in reading, although I never went to school. Lissy taught me how to browse on computer. It was exciting. I searched a lot about werewolves. I must know as many details as I can get. Even now it all seems so unreal, unfamiliar. Until a week ago, I couldn't imagine any of this. I was a simple girl living in basement and working all day. But now, I am treated like some queen. Well may be, if any of this is real and Damian is my supposed mate, I am his pack's Luna, which makes me a queen. And not just any pack, the Blood Moon pack. Lissy told me how powerful the Blood Moon pack is. They have best warriors, hunters and richest grounds. It all seems like a fairy tale. May be I have

A massive silver moon wolf, larger than any werewolf in the hall, stood before them all. I lifted my head. My cold, silver gaze cut through the silent crowd and locked onto a single shewolf who stood frozen in place. Then I spoke. My voice came out crisp and ethereal. It carried unquestionable authority through every corner of the hall. "Carla," I said. "Why do you not kneel before your Alpha Queen?" My words shattered the silence. Chaos ensued in the hall. "The Silver Moon Alpha Queen. It's the legendary Silver Moon Alpha Queen!" "Oh my goodness! That mute! No, I mean, she's our Alpha Queen!"

Easy, Queen,“ I chuckled, steadying her with my firm hands on her hips. I continued my assault on her pussy, licking it, trailing my tongue down into her dripping slit, and sucking up the wetness from it. “Uh…ahh…mhmmm…yes…fuck…Ryder…!“ “Keep it down, Queen. You don't wanna wake everyone with your moan,“ I grinned, loving the sensation I was making her frail body go through. I left her hips and stuck a finger into her slit, sending it deep and taking it out, thrusting in and out in a slow, steady move. She gripped my hair so tightly, as her pussy walls clenched against my finger. Wanting to spice it up a little more, I added another finger, flicking my tongue against her clit and shoving my

“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.” “You do realize I can hear you, right?” I ask them. They all stop as if they didn’t realize I could see and hear them. “Everyone, this is Skylar. According to Cyryl, she’s Queen Skylar, because Cyryl has already decided that they should be bonded. I dare any of you to question Cyryl. She’s not exactly patient when it comes to people speaking ill toward or about her human,” Ryuki says. “But she just hatched,” a woman says.

Once again the cackling emitted from the queen's mouth as she bellowed, "You don't need to apologize to me, my dear, but I'm sure these young ladies will want one after I'm done with them. The Luna Queen shifted into her wolf form, the shade of dark charcoal. Her emerald eyes bore through the slits of her eyelids. She pivoted her head and sharply turned it at Emma, raising her left paw, slicing with her talons at the innocent girl's throat. Immediately, Chelsea shrieked at a harrowing decibel and took off running towards the entryway. The queen even taunted, giving her a few seconds' head start, and then darted over the princess' powder-white bedspread, tearing it to shreds with her talons,

she asked in a sarcastic tone. "I am the wife of Maddox Dasher and the mother of his unborn child!" Hearing this each of them gasped in horror. "I know what you might be thinking...Yes! I am a mortal and Yes! The child growing inside me is a hybrid. But all of you know the same thing happened to Lady Athena. Consider this as the history repeating. I am your Queen and that is a fact! My husband Maddox Dasher is in a war with some pathetic wolves. Oh, and we all know Decima, the Swamp Goddess. She tried to kill me many times, gave me poison which is the wolfsbane."

"The Luna Trials kick off tonight." The crowd went still. It appeared that the wind was still holding its breath.' Queens who wear silk and rule through men are not suitable for these situations.... Wolves who bleed for their own beliefs are the beneficiaries of these.” Women who think they can lead better than me should step forward. Silence. Then a footstep. Sasha. Tall. Silver-colored hair was swept down her back like the end of an old sword. A scar on her cheek was caused by a Lycan's claw. She strolled into the ring with confidence.

Jay said as everyone who fought him, retreated and made way for the three queens to past. The queen act, walked with her 4 daggers in each hand. Her reddish skin emits an aura that cowers the fear. The butterfly queen was beautiful, her purple twirled antennae were mesmerizing as if she doesn't need anything but pure beauty. Her purple-colored wings along with different shades of colors, luminate as she flew beautifully above the ground. The queen termite on the other hand, was not the same with the gross creatures who conveniently ate the hive's grounds like a delicious meal. She's thin and look more like a human the other three with its two arms and two legs. Kent realized that another cal

Solomon added a bit of red wine to the chalice and passed it to the girls who each took a sip. They immediately felt a rush of power along with the voices of the pack members congratulating them. Selene and Nahla turned to their mates proudly with huge smiles, the brothers just stared at them with so much love and pride. “I am honored to present to you, the Queens of Lycan’s and Werewolves. The Luna's of Silver Moon, Queen Selene and Queen Nahla”, Solomon boomed to the pack. Howls of acceptance erupted and those who could not shift clapped and hollered. The girls were quickly engulfed by the strong arms of their mates who kissed them passionately with abandon.

“Although we do believe you when you say that she is your mate, she has not yet officially become the future Queen. You are aiming too high." We stared at the men, baffled about where they were heading with this attitude. Ensuring that Cissy's proposal was viewed as significant, mattered a lot to me. “What do you suggest, Sage?” My words rang hollow when I posed the question to Sage. “You will have to officially give her the title. Having pups together does not make her the future Queen. The case of Xanne is of immense importance and should not be interfered with by a mere werewolf". “Importance? Xanne is not a Royal, neither are her pups,” the Queen now clarified. "Xanne is a witch who assa