The Last Queen Book Novels & Stories

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

I asked, my voice steady. ‎ ‎She smiled, cold and sharp. “I am the Last. The one who was betrayed with the First. The one who chose darkness when she chose light.” ‎ ‎My blood chilled. The traitor-queen. But I had burned her. I had seen her ash. ‎ ‎“You’re dead,” Rex said, his growl low. ‎

Wave after wave of scalding semen surged against her fragile, sensitive innermost depths, causing her to clamp down even tighter on his hardness. “Ah… it’s hot… so hot…” The orgasm was fierce and frenzied, sweeping over her with such ferocity that it nearly consumed her entirely, leaving her to lose herself and sink into the blazing fire of ecstasy. Finally, the scalding semen filled her tender flower, making her swell and bulge, sealed shut by the man’s cock still embedded inside her, not a drop spilling out. “It’s so… so full… you… you have to pull out…”

Talk about Disney, but a beautiful beast this time. "Dude, how did you find out what books she read?” he drew out a hardcover and pushed it back in. “Lily doesn't watch porn; she just crosses her legs and reads em. Damn, these designers know what they're doing.” Adler frowned, and Rune caught the twist. Turning fully to him, he leered, “Judge from your reaction; just stick with admiring the covers because these pages are Pandora's boxes for real, so why the hell are we here? You gonna talk or what?"

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.

She walked inside. The game, as she had said once before, on a stage with unsigned papers and two thousand witnesses, was not over. It was just beginning. End of Book One Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk Book Two: The Queen's War — coming soon.

"The victory was this. You and me. Standing in the wreckage." I closed my eyes, feeling safe, feeling loved, feeling powerful. The dark rites of Blackwood University were over. The savage games had ended. I was no longer the pawn. I was the Queen. And I was holding the King’s heart in the palm of my hand. End of Book One THE END.

He looked terrified, his eyes wide with a realization that made his skin look like ash. "It’s not just the capital, Silas!" the old man wheezed, grabbing Silas’s arm. "The Council didn't do this! It was Isabella! She didn't trade the secret... she triggered it! The Star-Born bloodline has a 'Kill-Switch'! If the last Queen dies, the world dies with her!" Silas’s heart stopped. "The last Queen? You mean Lyra’s mother?" "No," the old man whispered, looking toward the South Wing. "The last Queen is Lyra. And Isabella just sent an assassin who doesn't use a blade."

Many were moved to tears, agreeing that the latter chapters were brilliant, and even more heart-wrenching than the previous ones. Soft sobs started to ripple through the crowd until someone with sharp eyes froze mid-scroll. “Wait a minute… What’s this on Chapter 98, page three? Why do the first letters of each line spell out… Ruby Quinn is the real plagiarist?” The entire hall fell into stunned silence. A voice quickly followed: “Holy shit, it’s real! I thought it was weird when a random character named ‘Queenie’ popped up out of nowhere. Is this the real author’s hidden message?”