The Queen Against Destiny Novels & Stories

Born of betrayal, forged in pain, crowned in the ashes of the old order. She will either unite the scattered packs under silver law, or burn them all until only freedom remains. Power beyond Alpha dominance. Strength beyond pack bonds. Will that breaks tradition and remakes destiny. The choice is hers alone. Queen or destroyer. Savior or doom. But choose she must, for neutrality is death and silence is surrender. I read it three times, each reading making my chest tighter. "This is insane," I said finally. "I am not a queen. I am not a savior or destroyer. I am just a wolf trying to survive."

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 turned around and grabbed her by the wrist. "Let me go. I hate you Damion. Why did you do that? I hate you." She was still struggling to get away from me so I bent down and threw her over my shoulder. She was kicking and screaming and I was loving every moment of it. She was only sixteen though and I would never do anything to her. Not until she was of age. Present day.. She's of age now Damion now what? Are you just going to sit and watch her from a distance because that's what you promised. I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch.

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever

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, the words fall laced with venom, her hold on my hand loosening. “Adria”, she speaks. “Lycan, if she does not leave after five minutes. I want you to drag her out of this place.”, I say, looking back at mom. “It’s an order from the Queen” I see her expression turn into an unreadable sourness, as she stomps her way out of the throne room. “Max”, I say doing my best to not break at the name that leaves my lips. “Yes, my queen” “I want you and Azrael in this room”, I say not looking in his eyes or even at his face, but I still could somehow feel his expressions.

Every memory was punctuated with sensation: my mother’s warmth, my father’s strength, the sorrow of loss, and beneath it all, the promise of power the legacy of the first blood that the Serpent Queen had tried to erase. Then the vision sharpened. I saw the spring itself, deeper now, like a heart beating beneath the world. It showed me the Queen: her hands, her rituals, her obsession with control. She could not kill the spring, she could only trap it, and in doing so, she had created a chain that bound her, and me, to destiny. She had hunted the last of the First Blood, seeking to erase the line completely. But she forgot about me.

There was nowhere that his spiritual eyes could not see, the location of these two people became a mystery, " if we can't locate their whereabouts, then the war has not been won, and I won't rest until I can have their heads' ' says the Queen. The ever ready armies awaited order and were stone ready anytime, any day. The troubled Queen stood together Night, thinking and planning on how to deal with the issues at hand, they thought about them in exile, especially an escape into the dimensions, even at that, there was still problem, revelations said Atinuke will return and conquer the Queen, so the dimensions will one day become, her greatest problem.

Free yourself from this right niw before it is too late. "I am still me!" she laughs "I do it for the Kingdom! For her"— Her? I have no time to consider the words before she hurls a blast of dark energy into me, slamming me against the inner wall with every intent to kill me. I hold my sword finally ready to end her "I'm sorry Marissa but this ends now'. Before I'm able to move towards her, a burst and ring of fire immediately circulates her then I see Hailey. The Queen descends in a blaze of glory from on high, her armour blazing, her wings outstretch in holy fury. Her aura sends everyone to a freezing stance "NO MORE". She screams

‘Star-mate,’ she whispered, the meaning unclear but somehow significant. Dominic took a small sip of his whiskey, his scarred face thoughtful. “So to summarize,” he said, setting his glass down carefully, “the Voice believes the Queen’s destiny is to kill the King, but Selene is saying that’s only one possible future of many?” I downed my whiskey in a single swallow, welcoming the fire that blazed down my throat. “That’s about it,” I confirmed, setting the empty glass on Lukas’s desk with perhaps more force than necessary. “Oh, and let’s not forget that apparently I was ‘born of stars,’ whatever the hell that means.”