The Warrior Queen Book Novels & Stories

Nash informed. “What is happening?” the voice asked. “I did what you asked, now touch me and let me touch you,” the man growled. “I will be anything for you, Luna…” “Sure, I will touch you, after all, a promise is a promise, but I didn’t promise where I will touch you,” I spoke as I walked up to him, “And I am not Luna…” I growled as I extended my claws and pressed them right where he was pushing a blade on my mate’s throat. “I am a Queen… I am the Alpha Queen…”

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

All synced, not a drop of fear or the stutter of a beat. I reach for Lamia’s hand, “I will not leave your side, my queen.” I lift her hand with mine and yell above the mass chanting, “Listen to your orders! And protect your queen!” My Atma’s face was set in stone, her eyes glazed and shadowed as the goddess within surfaced. Her strength and authority, courage, and bravery were everything I loved about her. “Let’s fuck up a god my little war queen.” She nods, turns to face the approaching army, lifting a sword with her free hand, crying out with an amplified voice “Charge!” Kissing me before our feet carry us towards the enemy.

But with a book, there was never any end. London announced her presence with her light footsteps. She sat on the other couch, in a pair of black leggings and a pink sweater. Dunbar brought her clothes on his return trips to the island, and he outfitted her with clothing that clung to her curves perfectly. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I kept picturing my hand fisting it as I shoved my cock into her mouth. Now that days had passed, I was eager to fuck her again. Without even trying, she had a naturally beautiful face. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds in a treasure chest. Her fair skin reddened easily under my palm. I wondered if her ass would have the same reaction. I kep

She looked toward the distant mountains where Shadowfang and Silvermoon stood united. "They still believe their greatest threat is outside their walls." A cold smile spread across her face. "They're about to learn how easily a kingdom falls when the people inside it stop trusting each other." Behind them, the fortress gates slowly opened. Beyond the gates waited an army. The Witch Queen lifted her hand toward the gathering force. "Tomorrow," she said softly, "the real war begins." The rogues answered with a howl that echoed across the ruins and into the endless night.

"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."

The warriors' eyes widened in astonishment, realizing that they were standing before none other than the Lycan Queen. "Queen," one of the warriors whispered, his voice barely audible. The realization of my true identity seemed to ripple through the group, causing a mixture of awe and apprehension to wash over them. It was clear that my presence alone had shifted the balance of power in their eyes, leaving them unsure of how to proceed. "Yes, Queen, the true mate of the Lycan King." I declared boldly. "The ruler of this realm and protector of our people." I raised my head high, meeting their gaze with unwavering confidence.

And she is in her prime when the Skippers powers are completely awake. One after the other the Were warriors noticed their queen coming closer to the palace gates. Dressed up in black and angry red eyes, she is looking like a warrior herself. "Your highness, it is not safe for you to out now. Please stop" the Were warriors urged her. But Iris doesn't want them to get hurt because of her. This is her war, and she is going to face it alone. "Move" she commanded. She is their queen and a direct command from her is something the warriors cannot ignore. So they reluctantly stepped aside, allowing her to walk past the palace gates.

“You’re awake.” Nyra glared. “So it would seem.” He moved closer, boots echoing on stone. “You’re a hard woman to keep bound.” Nyra lifted her chin. “I’m not bound yet.” The warrior’s lip curved in what passed for a smile. “Spirited. I like that.” He crouched beside her cot, torchlight illuminating strong features. “They say Queens of Ash have legendary willpower.” She snorted. “Legends lie. Ash alone remains.”

Her warriors immediately rushed to her side, but they hesitated at the edge of the booby traps, growling in frustration. Scar stepped closer to me, his voice low but urgent. “Are you insane? You just attacked their queen. They’ll rip us apart.” I shook my head, my breathing ragged but steady. “No, they won’t. Not yet.” My gaze fixed on the Wolf Queen as she rose, brushing herself off like the fall was nothing. Her sharp eyes locked with mine, blazing with fury and pride.