The Moist Queen Real Name Novels & Stories

“You know who she is?” I nodded, biting my lower lip. “Emalyn Sawol,” I answered, studying his face to see if he recognized her name. His eyes grew large. “The former queen?” He asked, my mouth hanging open. “Queen Emma Sawol?” I nodded again. “Yes,” I answered. “She’s my birth mother. She’s not just a queen though; she’s also a priestess.” He nodded.

The king addressed me. "You are of Blackcresent Moon pack? But, you are human, are you not?" He questioned. He wasn't rude about it and I smiled and stepped forward. "Kinda. I am Kwenali Emeri Moore, daughter of Alpha Brandon Blackwolf of Blackcresent Moon pack." More murmurs erupted. This time the queen addressed me. "So, you're a wolf? I sense no wolf. You and the other lovelyl lady smell like humans. But you say you're a wolf?"

My heart felt like a piece of glass—sharp, jagged, and ready to cut anyone who touched it. “After all this agony, do you still want him? Do you have no pride? He messed with the wrong woman. I am not some weak whore. I am Miroslava Flameheart, Queen of Dragons and Werewolves—” I paused as the realisation hit me, cold and terrifyingly perfect. “—And soon, Queen of Demons. Because I am going to kill their king and take everything he owns.”

He ignored their murmurs of confusion and dissatisfaction, continuing, "But now that glory has arrived—it has appeared once again, because the goddess herself has revealed the last and possibly only royal she has chosen to us—" Royal? Royals are alive? Aren't they a thing of bedtime stories? Wait, don't tell me… Eyes glanced at me in speculation. "I am pleased to introduce to you—the only royal and our Queen, Ioana Blackmoon!" Once again, the crowd detonated like water dropped in hot oil. Exclamations: "She… she's a royal?" "Our Queen?" "The goddess is alive!" "I wonder how she's like." "What about our prince… would he still be the king?"

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."

They were led through the grand corridors and into a grand room where a woman, elegantly dressed in a wine-coloured gown was waiting for them. “Mother,” Amir greeted her with a bow. The woman nodded at him in acknowledgement before turning her sharp and assessing gaze to Anne as she was scrutinizing her from head to toe. “I am Melaine Moore,” the woman introduced herself, her voice carrying the weight of authority. “I can be referred to as the Queen of this country.” Anne held her ground, unfazed by the woman’s regal demeanour. “Hello, Mrs. Moore. I’m Anne Swift.” The Queen’s expression softened slightly. “I apologize that you have been brought here against your will due to someone’s ill int

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

However, she had an aura even stronger than the Quasi Daelcon Rank. He looked at her and asked hesitantly, “What’s your cultivation rank?” The woman looked at him and asked arrogantly, “Do you want to fight me?” James was silent as he thought to himself, ‘Do you have to resort to violence? I was just asking about your cultivation rank.’ Seeing that James was speechless, the beautiful woman raised her head and said arrogantly, “I’m Queena Kourtie, the Peacock Queen. You’re quite an ignorant man. Do you think you can drop formalities and manners toward me just because of your charming appearance?”