The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey Novels & Stories

Fuck, this was nothing of this earth. "I did not invite you in," A voice boomed, both young and old. New and broken. Shivers dug their way up my legs, rattling my knees slightly. "I never thought I would see the Killer Queen tremble this much." A mocking laughed followed. Katharine's teeth were warped, like she had tried prying them from her mouth. Faint outlines of shadow created the illusion of antlers from her head. "What are you?" I mumbled, unable to fully catch my breath. The thing smiled back cruelly and I could hear many civilizations wither and die within each word it spoke afterwards.

He was walking into my world, and he was coming to kill me. I felt the cage in my chest rattle violently. My wolf clawed at the bars, desperate to be unleashed. Zephyr leaned in, his lips hovering a breath away from my ear. When he spoke, his voice was a dark, velvet promise. "Use your anger. But don't let it consume you. The Queen who rules with rage alone is just a tyrant. The Queen who rules with fire and mercy will change the world." He stepped back, fading into the shadows of the towering bookshelves. His silhouette dissolved like smoke, leaving only the faint echo of his words.

I nodded my head, removing my jeans and I also gave it to her. “I am almost jealous of those curvy hips,” she said, smiling at me. I chuckled, shaking my head at her. We both have the same figure, just that I am a bit more curvy. Well, perks of being a werewolf. We females have curvy bodies, but the queen of them all is Octavia. Well, she is queen, so I get it’s justifiable. “Okay, keep your arms out and your head up,” she said. I sighed, doing as she said, and I knew this is going to be the longest hour of my life, but I better get used to it. This is my life now.

I’m still meant to serve. My eyes go to the moon, hiding behind the clouds. When the clock strikes twelve midnight, the clouds will move and werewolves will be able to know who their mates are. I look away from the moon, clutching the tray of cookies tightly in my hands. Everything would change if I happen to get a mate. I would be released from my pack duties if he doesn’t happen to be an Omega too which is rare. Liora approaches me from the crowd, dressed in a light blue floral gown, her golden hair glistening in the night.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

We had seventy-two hours to find a ghost wearing my sister’s face, stop a ritual that would make her a permanent deity, and somehow rescue a king trapped in a mountain of cursed glass—all while I was magically maimed and our pack was in ruins. The weight of it should have crushed me. But the hollow silence where Kaelen lived was a forge. My fear turned to fuel, my grief to steel. “We need an army we don’t have,” Marcus rasped from his cot, following the conversation with fever-bright eyes. “Then we find one,” I said, a plan forming in the cold clarity of desperation. I looked at the grimoire, then at Lillian. “Morvana is the ultimate evil to every werewolf. Vorian is a traitor who wants to r

The Vampire screamed out in agony, "Answer me!" "Go to Hell!" The Vampire screeched back, "She is our light in the dark... Our savior who will bring the beacon of hope upon her return..." The Vampire smirked at her as she thrusted her claws into Aiden's chest. He grunted, stumbling off of her and into a tree, collapsing beside it. The Vampire jumped to her feet, her once beautiful features now grotesque and demented. She pressed a hand to her chest, her corset now stained with blood, "She will come to claim what is rightfully hers, and once she does," She raised her hands to the sky, her face flushed, "No one will stop her. Not the Werewolf Queen. Not the Light Witches. Not even the damned H

"You're going to make him destroy his own pack trying to hold onto her." "Exactly," the Witch Queen said softly, lifting her chalice in a silent toast to the empty air. "We will use Veyra to feed him just enough false data to keep him looking the wrong way. And when the time is right, Damien will be forced to make a choice save the wolves who depend on him, or save the girl who won't even look him in the eye." She turned back to the window, looking out over the silent, disciplined lines of the rogue forces waiting in the courtyard below. There was no rush. There was no need for violence today. Patience, after all, was the ultimate weapon.

Light poured out of the Queen's mouth creating a cacophony of sound that was indescribable. Slowly the mourners watched in awe as the Queen unleashed her grief and fury, the air became almost too thick to breathe as she was joined by the unhinged sound of an Alpha's howl. A giant white wolf appeared, thundering down the path until it reached the screaming woman, nuzzling its huge head against her hands, and under the touch of her mate, she began to quieten, leaning against the beast as her body shook with grief. It was time.

I immediately ran back to the apartment to find that the black hounds had surrounded Richard. I felt my body tense up as the black hounds emerged, their eyes filled with rage. They were trained werewolf assassins, and they outnumbered us two to five. My husband and I fought hard, but it wasn't enough. Richard mind-talked to me, telling me to take our daughter Daciana and run. I refused at first, continuing to fight alongside him. But one of the hounds pounced on him, pushing him aside and dashing toward the back door where the car was parked. I ran after him, fighting with all my might, but I was already severely injured and getting weaker.