The Queen Who Fight Back Novels & Stories

She says, tone turning solemn for a moment, before she pushes me back as if I disgust her with more strength than I anticipated, making me hit the wall with my head hard. “And now, after 25 years, it breaks and disappoints my heart to see you like this because I know that’s not who you are. You are the true daughter of a great and powerful A****n Queen, not some weak, depressing, drunk, sorry excuse of a warrior or mother who doesn’t even know how to look after her pup properly! It should be YOU who is teaching and training him how to be the Alpha he’s destined to be, rather than some old lady because you’re too weak and busy wallowing in wolfbane-laced alcohol and self-pity to pull your hea

I felt my beta burning in anger. "Jacob, don't," I told him. His dark grey fur was already flaring as he growled. "Retreat," I commanded the pack through clenched jaws. I wasn't the one to just drop a fight that easily. The usual me would never let him leave but, today was peculiar. A stranger landed on our territory and she was strikingly magnetic. Her aid was paramount. Jacob phased too and took on his human of acne-prone skin and black hair. I tried walking as slowly as I could, trying to disregard the impulse to run into the house and see if she was breathing or not.

She lifts her body to its full height, staring down her nose at me the best her smaller frame will allow. A snort moves past my lips as I cross my arms over my chest, relaxing my weight against one hip. “You were never a true Queen of the Witches.” I tell her, disdain dripping from my voice. “A true Queen would never turn her back on her subjects. And a real wife would never betray her husband.”

You know, in most supernatural movies I have watched, the queen is usually the one to be protected by members of her clan, while the king and the rest of their men would be the ones to go to the fight. But here, all I see is a queen who's rugged and won't allow anyone to treat her as trash. She would fight right back and kick her enemies right in the balls if that's what it takes for them to know she isn't to be messed with. I find that encouraging, actually. I'm just so glad that she is well and alive. We are inside the woods and running and running. I guess it is what we would do in a few more hours.

“Getting worked up isn’t good for the baby. Sit. Listen to what I have to say before you disagree.” Around me, everyone murmurs in agreement, their eyes urging me to breathe, to let her speak. Even Jack’s gaze pleads with me. My chest rises and falls rapidly, but eventually I exhale through my teeth and drop back into my seat, my body taut and unyielding. The Queen lifts her chin, her mask of strength settling back in place. “I am going to fight Malik.” I jolt forward, ready to shout again, but she raises her hand quickly, words spilling out in a rush. “Even though I will win, I am not fighting him physically. You don’t need to fear that.”

she added, and now I am more than confused. Since I have been alive, all the nobles only teach their daughters to be pretty and very good wife material, but now, did I just hear that the queen can fight? It is crazy. I thought teaching daughters how to fight was crazy, and ladies handling weapons are called rogues, so what is this that I am hearing? She is like a warrior; not only does she handle her weapons, but she is as good as the warriors! “What!!” I exclaimed, and she laughed at me.

"But...there is a bad news as well Thora" I pull back to look up at him. His eyes lowered as he whispers lowly. "Queen Charlotte. She has challenged you for a fight in 2 weeks." Colour drains from my face...as I stagger back. That bitc*! This is her plan...she plans to kill by doing this. This is not an opportunity...but a suicide mission. Charlotte is known to be the best female fighter in the world. Making her earn the position of the werewolf Queen. Her wolf one of the strongest.

The queen was very mad, she didn't knew that Celia had such kind of a delusional manners that even her couldn't take it at all, for long, she never have a servant like Celia who would actually fight back against the words that she struck at them. "How dare you talk back at me, I am your vampire queen! You are not allowed to disobey me like that or I'll have you cursed! You don't know what you are doing!" "Your Highness , of course I know what I am doing. I know exactly what I am capable to do as well. As a vampire myself, I should fight back, no matter what happened, I should fight back with anyone who's trying to belittle me!" "You try that and you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" S

Their hands roved over her mature body with predatory hunger. "No... ah... ooh... stop! Someone help me!" "Struggling is useless. Just let us serve you." Hot hands reached under her gown, stripping it away. They bent down to devour her pink nipples. "No! How dare you!" "Don't worry, Your Majesty. We won't disappoint you." "Your Majesty, help me!" her handmaiden wailed nearby, surrounded by naked soldiers. The Queen fought back, clamping her legs shut, but it was futile.