The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey Novels & Stories

“My mother was lost to me during a raid by General Bartholomew’s men when I was but a young girl. I had no knowledge that she lived until I was fetched to fulfil a marriage intended to unite her kingdom with Vampire Land. This union of kingdoms may have been my late mother and my late husband’s intention, but it wasn’t mine. I despise mutants, be they human mutants or vampire mutants, it makes no difference to me. They are an abomination that I refuse to embrace. The wicked thing posing as my mother is no more. My husband is also no more. I am queen now. Hence the possibility of a union between kingdoms is no more. Therefore, it goes without saying that any association of my person wit

“You have just been linked to me, and I want you to get your rest after the ceremony and the blood practice. When I come for you again, I will want to take what’s mine.” I didn’t fight back this time. Fighting back as a married alpha queen is useless. My biggest job now is to bring cubs to life. Even if I hated him, I would have to lie with him. It was even within his rights to procreate by force. Also, he was right, I needed my rest. I was tired and the last thing I wanted to do was to face a pack member who could commit a rape. Worse if the rapist were a vampire then I wouldn’t want to see the consequences of their actions. I couldn’t watch the carnage tonight.

And the mention of her parents made her slightly bitter. “Cassia,” the blonde woman murmured. “Albius’s pack - and yes, they were a pack - they were one of many ‘rogue’” - here she raised one hand to make air quotes - “packs rounding up women. Werewolf, human, Lycan…” She looked at the woman in front of Cassia, who nodded and took over.

My feet froze where I was as I looked at her with nothing but bland confusion. “Please, what’s going on here?” My voice broke. I couldn’t see the reason why my mother would be crying while trying to say something to me. I couldn’t see the reason why congratulations wasn’t the first thing my family said to me that morning. Usually, when a werewolf achieves her first shift, the family would be so happy and might even throw a party. But the case happened to be different today. “Why not listen to what the queen has to say?” Selena sneered in.

DAMON POV I'm a queen's Protector and good at the job. I've served my purpose till Queen Anya died. It's time for Aurora to take her place as Queen however, she left the pack five years ago and I'm yet to tell her the truth about her identity. Times have been dark at the royal clan and there is an uprising, some members want to put another Queen, Mateia, she is ruthless and will want a war with the werewolves. Jasper, a friend of mine walks into the office, beaming;

“No. That’s what they called you. Who are you?” The world twisted. I saw my parents die again. I saw Nyx vanish. I saw Damian dead in my arms. “You are alone.” I clenched my fists. “No.” “You are broken.” “No.” “You are ours.” I screamed—and light burst from within. The flames of the Trial. The truth of the bond. “I AM THE WOLF QUEEN. I AM THE PHOENIX. I AM NOT YOURS.” Real World – Final Blow Outside, the sky exploded as flame burst from Mia’s chest.

Cain doesn’t beg. He doesn’t scream. He only looks toward me one last time, eyes wide—not with fear, but with apology. And then he’s gone. Something inside me breaks so violently it feels audible. “No,” I whisper. Then I hear her. The Vampire Queen’s roar shakes the sky. She stands alone amid the carnage, wings torn, crown shattered, blood running freely down her face as she tears through hybrids with terrifying precision. She is wrath incarnate—ancient, furious, unrelenting.

I say. She looks at me for a moment as if contemplating what I have said. "You're right Lincoln, who are YOU for denying the moon goddesses wishes." "My daughter could have stayed within the Royal Pack, she was at no point forced to come and reside as a simple werewolf. However my Princess thought she would experience how the packs are run outside of the Royal residency to make herself more sympathetic to their ways before taking the throne and learn how she can better the Kingdom. She also wished to find a goddess given mate who respected her for her..not for her title. Now Lincoln, how do you think you have portrayed yourself to my Princess? How have you treated her during the last 5years?

That night, as they lay tangled again, Mara whispered into the dark: “You are mine. Both of you. But if another comes… we won’t be three anymore.” The First stirred. “Then what?” Her lips brushed his chest, her hand resting on the Second’s hip. “Then I decide again.” And they believed her. Because Mara was no longer prey. No longer choice. She was the Queen of Wolves. And they were her wolves, bent to her will. And the world — Watchers, circles, gods, fate itself — would have to kneel. Kneel to the queen of wolves.

An angelic voice fills my mind and my vision darkens before me. “The true Queen shall ascend to the throne when the blood moon rises on the fifth day of the ninth month. Not a Queen of privilege born, but a white wolf born to an Omega. Fated to one brother, forced to mate with the other. With time cannot all wounds be healed but with time rewritten a Kingdom can be saved. Only with her true mate at her side can the Wolf Kingdom be saved. Without a true mate to sit at her side the Wolf Kingdom will fall into war.