The Warrior Queen Book Novels & Stories

As Luna, she would have no power over the Royal Guard, and by the time she made it to Queen, Melinda would be well-established. I took my last bite of mush and leaned back to stand up when I saw some Alpha male towering over a little omega maid. Her cheeks were flushed as her eyes darted around the room. I snorted. Honestly, we are here to learn how to protect the palace and royal family, and this ape can’t keep himself from victimizing the staff? I grabbed my tray and took it over to the corner where the Alpha was basically pinning the omega in. I noticed everyone else was just ignoring them and felt a wave of contempt for them. Was this really OK with them all?

Forged into the first Moonborn and given power second only to the gods themselves. No successor had ever come close to matching it. And yet— The texts did not glorify her ending. They warned of it. Power unchecked. Power isolated. Power worshipped. It had changed her. Even the Goddess’s protection had not prevented that. I exhaled slowly and closed the book. I hadn’t had time to read everything. There were deeper sections—fragments about a fracture between mother and daughter, about rebellion, about something sealed away. But I had read enough. Enough to know we were not dealing with a confused queen.

Shawn warned, "Please be careful, queen. You cannot act on your own, okay?" "Relax," Queen replied. "I'm following your orders, Shawn." She held the door, opened it, and went inside. The moment she got inside the room, she came face to face with Christopher Stallion. Her heart skipped a beat as she tried her best not to show her nervousness. She counted them all; there were about twenty men. "Why are there so many?" She thought. Her eyes went to a little girl lying beside Christopher's feet, and she realized that he had just killed the girl.

I stood up from my chair and walked around my desk to the wounded warrior. " What gives the right to run your mouth to your future queen? You were just supposed to watch her." I yelled. The warrior lowers his head. " I beg for forgiveness my king." he said. " When the queen said she was prepared to win this war by killing you I couldn't hold my tongue. She is small I figured she was all talk." the wounded warrior said. Fucking idiot. I place my hands around his neck. " And how did opening your mouth work for you? Lexi just stunned you. You just a tiny taste of your queens power. She could have burnt you to ash just by thinking it. The future queen has enough to make you her personal slave

Currently Available: Book 1 - A Queen Among Alphas (completed and also available on paperback) Bite-Size Luna - A prequel spin-off to A Queen Among Alphas (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 2 - A Queen Among Snakes (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 3 - A Queen Among Blood (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 4 - A Queen Among Darkness (completed and coming soon to paperback) Whole Again - A Queen among Alphas spin-off (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 5 - A Queen Among Tides (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 6 - A Queen Among Gods (ongoing) COMING SOON IN THE SERIES: Book 7 - A Queen Among Tempests Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes

“The first alpha who kneels to an omega will start a war that could drown continents.” Prophecy. Terrible. Believable. I did not look away. “Then we will build a world worth surviving that war.” For the first time… Lyra smiled. “You may be more dangerous than any ruler who came before you.” “Mercy is always more frightening than cruelty,” I replied. Behind us, a guard whispered hoarsely, “What kind of queen spares the woman who tried to kill her?” The older warrior beside him answered without hesitation. “A legendary one.”

She had made her sword her arm of vengeance, and it struck without pity. It was gruesome. It was fearful. It was beautiful. The blood warriors looked at their queen in shock and awe. Calhoun looked at his wife in Pride. He was still worried about her, but the fear the Allikans exuded was enough to bring his fear for her down a notch. Wazir watched his niece on the battlefield as he fought. She was a prodigy. He could see the expressions the warriors had on their faces. Tales of her feat would be spoken of for generations to come. He smiled continued his war with a renewed vigor.

No one could touch the Queen. Out of the shadows ran the warrior caste, quickly falling into formation as they joined their Queen on the run around the royal lands, but they soon fell back as Calliope gave herself over to the magic in her veins, running with a strength and speed that they'd never seen before. Up ahead loomed the gates signaling the end of Deveraux territory, and with her heart pumping Calliope burst through them, racing into the forest beyond. Calls from the warriors to return where it was safe flooded the pack link so the Queen turned it off, welcoming the profound silence as she veered right, heading towards her favorite place, and in minutes, the forest cleared, revealing

Even it is locked from any side of the hut, it can be opened normally from other side. If it isn’t about the fact that we are far away from any land and I need some vessel to go away it would sure have been very easy for me to escape. I am actually feeling pity about this warrior as he is going to be ruler, but do not know how to think about these small things except for wars. Wars are not the only ones which we need to know for a ruling. I just hope he chooses a proper queen to take care of these small things and get the people into safe ruling.

“I think I’ll need two hands to grab it. After finding the edge of the book with my left hand, I run my right hand across the top of the book until I find the edge on the right. Wrapping both of my hands around the sides of the book, I once again attempt to lift the book off of the desk. A grunt leaves me as I struggle to lift the book from the desk. Come on Jamari, you are the freaking Wolf Queen! You will not be bested by a book! I push as much of my strength down to my hands as I can, straining against this book that shouldn’t be this heavy to pick up. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead from the struggle to lift this one little book.