The Veiled Queen Novels & Stories

Her mate didn’t seem to like me, maybe things could change if I gave her the right impression. She lifted her veil and let it fall over her hair. I held in a gasp. Her face was scarred; that was why she was in a veil, why she had left no skin exposed; she was hiding the scars. I should have suspected this when I saw her standing behind Alpha Slade, her head down, but of course I didn’t. I expected the Luna Queen to be a fierce wolf, a figure to be looked up to.

I see diplomacy and intelligence in him, and after my bride and I have left the land of the irregular wolves, he is going to do a good job ruling in our absence. And my bride, the unknown Queen, was beautiful enough; I used the word ‘enough’ because she wears a veil to cover her face. She was a moon worshiper, who had lived mostly all the years in her life in the moon temple. She was tall, had white hair, and had a nice voice.

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

There were some of my men already here. As I went up the stairs , I saw her… .. The woman with long curly black hair, with endowed curves. I froze, unable to move as I kept looking at her. She fought skillfully and powerfully. She had this blinding powerful aura to her, she moved like a skilled dancer, killing anyone who came her way. Two of the men who came with me ran towards her firing silver weapons but she dodged them like the speed of light. She stopped when all the men around her had been killed by her and it was I and the last man left. The man kept telling me that we should leave but I just froze looking her in the eyes.

“Still wet for Vale? We’ll change that.” Pera endured his touch, biding her time. The boat sped toward a large abandoned cargo ship in the middle of the lake Darius’s floating stronghold. Once aboard the massive vessel, they dragged her to a dimly lit cargo hold fitted with chains and cameras. Darius stripped the shirt off her completely, leaving her naked. “Chain her.” Cold metal cuffs locked around her wrists, suspending her arms above her head. Darius stepped close, his cock hard against her thigh. “Time to break you properly while Vale listens.”

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

Her eyes scanned everything — the ancient symbols carved into the walls, the silver bowls placed at each cardinal point, the large ritual knives resting on black velvet near the altar. A tall, commanding woman stood at the head of the circle. Her robe was trimmed in deep crimson, and when she lowered her hood, Lila’s breath caught. The woman was stunning — mid-thirties, pale skin, long raven hair, piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the firelight. She moved with absolute authority. “ Sisters of the Veil,” the woman called out, her voice rich and resonant. “The moon is full. The veil is thin. We seek an offering tonight. One who will open herself to the Goddess and bind our coven strong

I could taste the flare of magic on my teeth. Draven. His magic sang against my consciousness. Barely there. Protective instincts sparked. Warning. Smooth powder tossed against broken glass. I held on tight to my desk and didn’t move. Because she swiveled. The queen of Aurich’s hall didn’t glance my way. Not overtly. But her dark eyes skimmed the seats nonetheless. Studied each of us. The burst she cast into the floor had been deliberate. Built to expose. Seek out. Destroy secrets. Arcane secrets.

The glass shimmered faintly, flickering with golden light and something… darker. “She sealed the god,” the figure whispered, voice rasping. “But she opened the door.” Another stepped into view. A woman in veiled armor, her presence coiling like smoke. “Then we find what stepped through.” “And if she resists?” The veiled one smiled coldly. “Then the Queen will burn.” Back in Crimson Ridge, Preparations for the Unity Summit had begun. With Elizabeth crowned as High Flame Queen, the scattered packs had pledged their allegiance—some with open arms, others with thinly veiled fear. No Alpha in known history had ever united them all.

Today, my mother would become Queen of Elarion. And the man I had once held in the dark — the man who had whispered my name as though it meant something fragile and sacred — would become untouchable in a way that was no longer thrilling. Only final. The palace came alive quickly after that. Servants hurried through the corridors, arms full of silk banners and white lilies. Gold-threaded cloaks were carried reverently toward the temple chambers. I caught the scent of incense drifting through open windows, thick and ceremonial, mingling with crushed petals underfoot.