The Queens Swcret Novels & Stories

“Yes Sir. There are some things I need to do, a lot of things I need to take care of.” “Like reclaiming your pack?” Adina cut in with a sharp tone. “How do you expect to be a Queen while also taking care of a bunch of wolves?” She watched me closely, her eyes sharp and just a hint of judgment in their icy depths. I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused.

The Queen’s eyes again go red, but this time they seem to burn brightly. “There is no one. Get the hell out of here,” the Queen screams. “My Queen,” The king pats her hand. “He is talking about Quinn.” “Quinn will never be a queen. She is trash. A salve,” the queen is screaming. “Sire, please let me meet this Quinn,” I ignore the queen’s tantrum. “If you let her meet him, I will leave you,” The queen sneers. “Make him forget. Turn him away.”

We've helped her raise Marlo and will continue to do so. "Is Swan coming to visit soon?" She asked, wiping her tears away. "She should be here in a day or so. Are you going to be around?" I asked. "Of course. I would not miss it," she answered, forcing a smile. Swan's POV "It feels as if it has been an eternity!" I said, sprinting toward McKenna. "It has! You look so good! Look at Matilda! My, she has grown," McKenna cooed. "Where's my grandmother and Marlene?" I asked, looking around. "They're by the lake with the children. Let's go have a look-see," she replied, pulling me along. "So, how he things been?" I asked, looking at her perturbing belly. "Honestly, I've never felt so free," she sm

The one I'd buried under layers of new protocols and fresh identities and the careful, deliberate work of becoming someone different. The one nobody should have been able to find. My pulse didn't spike. It slowed. That was worse. I sat upright in the dark, the cold blue light from my phone cutting through the room like a blade. No greeting. No introduction. No preamble designed to soften what was coming. Just one sentence: Queens should not travel as shadows of Kings. Below it: coordinates. Geneva. The same summit, but a different entrance. A separate door. And one final line, precise and biting:

Xavier shot me a worried glance, but I shook my head to tell him it was nothing. Once the SIB agents had everyone secured, all of us powerless against them, the dragon queen landed and shifted to her human form. Someone handed her a long, flowing golden robe. She cinched the waist tight, then strode toward us. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders. She looked more like a goddess than a politician. Two men flanked her, the broader one had wavy blond hair and a ruggedly handsome face. The other was a redhead with intelligent green eyes. Caprice Sorrentino, Council Queen, and ruler of the five territories in the United States, paused to survey us. Her keen, hazel gaze landed on me and she coc

she said, and I swallowed down, including all that she just said. She smiled and interlocked her fingers on the desk. "Now, any other question?" she asked, and I shook my head with a bitter smile. Knowing more would only hurt me; besides, she had already explained that everything that happened here already existed before I got to know him, so getting jealous unnecessarily wouldn't help me by any means but might even cause me to be farther away from Ace more. Although my mind told me that the reason why Queens was founded connects to a big secret of Ace which many people don't know but I have no option but to suppress my curiosity with the whole of my self-control.

Indeed, Seb will not going to keep her in the limelight, but they can’t avoid this crowning ceremony in any case. She was not a mere queen; she was the queen of queens. That’s the reason she had to come in front of all. All the mafia empires had the right to know who is going to become their queen. “Shall we?” Seb asked on which Swara took a deep breath and nodded her head; they came out of the car. Swara gazes around with a fast-beating heart. It was just Seb’s hand which she was holding was giving her a little comfort, but then also she felt that something is missing.

“Your Majesty, Maraina Blackwood is here to see you.” “That’s all I have time for, Mr. Walters,” the queen said. “Please leave me to my guest.” “Of course, Your Majesty.” He picked up his typewriter, adjusted his spectacles, and made his way past us. The guard escorted him out. The queen’s silhouette rose up, wings spreading to shake off droplets. The silhouettes of her handmaidens scurried out from the sides, bringing towels to dry her off. “I hope Salem isn’t proving me wrong.” Her voice was as seductive as I remembered. “Uncivil on English soil would be quite problematic.”

"I'm not sure you're ready to accept whatever I tell you to do because you've already known what I have been asking of you since! Or do you want me to remind you? Queen Sarah asks implicating fear in them just like the witch she had always been. "I will accept it, Aunt! I will accept the fact that I'm Alpha the mate. She utter and those words make her smile. "Okay! I might spare your life then! And for the four of you I don't want to see you roaming around again, understand? "Yes my queen! Understood! They chorused at her as she smiled. "So I expect to see you all in the silver Moon pack Territory in two minutes. She utters and then disappears immediately.

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.