The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey Novels & Stories

No strange man could defile her. Never. She clawed at his neck with her both hands, trying her best to immobilize him and stop him from deflowering her. Her attempt were futile. A blow was sent to her face. She blacked out but felt him penetrating in her, stealing a piece of her life. She ached all over, her thighs especially. She wished for death at that point. A strange Lycan Wolf defiled an Alpha Queen. What would become of her? Thinking of that, her last spring of strength made her toppled him over, away from her.

"Our queen can't communicate with Hapoda anymore, she's the god of the witches if you can remember. From what we know, she got the blood of Alocaus and stopped whatever power our queen has. I'm sure she'll elaborate more once you ask her." "Do you think I'd disturb my mum for something as little as that? Your queen deserves everything that came her way after what she had done to my mother!. You can just pick a new queen, this is not even supposed to be an issue" I scoffed before I turned into my wolf and ran back to my car. Good thing I recognized this place, I know it like the back of my palm. I had spare clothes in my car so I just quickly changed and drove out from that place. Away from K

The woman squeezed her hand tighter something like reverence settling into her exhausted expression "You're like something out of a story," she said. "The Apocalypse Queen." They're already calling you that, you know, "Out there Word's spreading.” Sera went very still. "That's not," she started, "I'm not any kind of queen; I just prepared.” "Modesty's a good look on a queen," the woman said with the faintest exhausted smile. "Doesn't change what people are saying, though.” She moved on before Sera could argue further, disappearing into the crowd of survivors gathered near the fire pit. Priya had rigged for cooking.

She will fall into darkness, and our world will follow. I skid around a massive, twisting oak tree, watching Damian’s obsidian tail disappear over a rocky ridge. My heart completely sinks. This isn't just about a broken heart or a rejected mating bond anymore; it is literally about the survival of our species. The werewolf Prince is fated to a Lycan Queen.

He was as gentle and careful as he could be; as a Beastkin, his strength was immense, but in this moment, he used it only to cherish her. The scene was romantic and blissful, the flickering shadows on the wall dancing to the rhythm of their breathing. In that hidden apothecary, amidst the dust of the old world, the Ghost King and the Doctor found a sanctuary that no war could ever destroy. They moved together until the world dissolved into a blur of silver light and golden warmth, two hearts finally finding their sync in the darkness.

She kept on urging desperately as the crazed wolves were chomping down on her lazily as if saving her for the last moment. " Alpha Lucian" She tried telepathically as she tries to picture his wolf and his face. She didn't want to do this but she can't lose her wolf , not now when it looked like as if the world was turning their backs on her. " Lucian, it's me, Penelope, your mat....." She breathes in shakily. " We're in danger, please come" Ariana howled in pain as one of the rogues slashed at her skull.

Patron blinked, clearly caught off guard by the intensity of it. “You… don’t know?” he asked carefully. Every muscle in my body went still. Even Zey silenced. “Know what? ” Silence stretched between us. Then Patron exhaled slowly, like he was stepping onto thin ice. “Long ago,” he said, “the Daywalker oracle delivered a prophecy. She foresaw the rise of a werewolf queen. Born from the Crescent bloodline. Strong enough to unite the fractured packs.” My brows pulled together. “A Female Alpha?” I said flatly.

King Atticus and Queen Anna were the first to descend, their Royal stature evaporating in the face of the orb’s blinding radiance. “I am the Moon Goddess, the ultimate authority over the Lycanthrope species,” the voice boomed, shedding its melodic edge for something far more terrifying. “For too long, I have watched from the shadows as you questioned my decrees. You have manipulated my bonds with a level of cold-blooded arrogance that I will no longer tolerate. It is time I reminded you exactly who holds the reins of the werewolf race.” Another gasp, faint and terrified, swept through the room. Direct manifestations of Selene were the stuff of ancient legends, rare, whispered occurrences tha

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

Not ready because she knew what would happen. Ready because she had finally chosen to stop running from her destiny. And somewhere beyond the mountains, beyond the forests, beyond the countless territories dividing the werewolf world… The first pieces of a much larger conflict were already moving into place. Kings would rise. Packs would fall. Ancient enemies would awaken. Blood would stain the earth. And at the center of it all stood one young woman beneath the moonlight. The future Moon Queen. Unaware that destiny had already begun tightening its grip around the world. And when the storm finally arrived… Nothing would ever be the same again.