The Werewolf King's Runaway Queen Novels & Stories

Far beyond Shadowfang territory, the Witch Queen stood near a large window overlooking the dark forest below while the Rogue King sharpened a blade lazily nearby. “She’s growing stronger,” the Witch Queen said quietly. The Rogue King glanced up. “You sound worried.” “I am cautious,” she corrected sharply. He smirked slightly. “She’s still just a wolf.” “No,” the Witch Queen murmured softly, her pale eyes darkening. “She’s becoming something else. You know what your rogues said and you know what we felt” Silence settled briefly between them before she turned fully toward him. “We can’t delay any longer.” The Rogue King slowly stood to his feet, something dangerous flickering in his eyes. “So

This time, it felt worse. I walked forward, my steps steady even though everything inside me felt unsteady. Maria stayed close behind me, her hand brushing mine lightly. At the far end of the room, seated on the throne, was the king. King of Scorish. He didn’t look like my father. He looked… colder, way stronger than my father. His eyes were sharp, watching me without blinking. He didn’t speak immediately. He just studied me, like he was trying to see through me. Valdanus stepped forward. “Father.” The king raised a hand slightly, stopping him. His gaze stayed on me. “You are the outsider,” he said.

Flaring my eyes at the surprise package that these werewolves have coming, I see lots of werewolves racing out of the woods to attack the vampires. The fight is surely going to be bloody, but I wasn't privileged to see it, and I didn't even want to, as Luna took me into the woods. In my mind, I am confused at how she is a queen and doesn't even act like one, like they do in the movies. 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.

Dad said, his voice was freezing cold, giving signs that he indeed is King of Werewolves. “No, I am not! I should have said it before. Only mates stay and rest all leave! You better remember that!” She made herself clear before turning towards me ignoring my father like a stone wall behind her, She came closer, her composure completely changing while she kept her hand gently on my shoulder. “Nobody will force you to do anything! Your mother is still alive! I am still the Werewolf Queen and until you find your mate, I am here to protect you” She said with a motherly smile.

m. Almost two hours had passed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. God knows how many people will be here. I’ll be surrounded by werewolves. Is it arrogant of me to think that I’m someone special? A werewolf King thinks I’m his mate which technically makes me Queen. But still, feeling this way, feeling important for once in my life doesn’t make me pompous. Or does it?

“Please, my Queen, save us. Please save us. Don’t send us back there. We’ll die if we go back there.” “Save you from what?” I ask, lifting her off the ground. She almost falls, but I quickly use my body to support her. “The vampire king. He’s killed everyone. We’re all that is left of our pack. Please save us, my queen,” she says, and my eyes widen as I realize what’s happening. They must have run away from a fight between their pack and the vampire king. I look at their bodies, and they’re covered in blood that I’m sure doesn’t belong to them, but to the people they’ve lost.

She rolled, ran him into a wall, into his reflection of stone, his golden chair his grip never loosened. "Yee haw!" He yipped, sounding like a cowboy riding a bucking bull as he rose one hand in the air and locked his legs around her sides, his black hair flying around. Runa tried to clench her jaws around his leg to pull him off but he kicked her in the snout causing it to bleed. The smell of fresh blood permitting the air sent the other vampires in the room in a feeding frenzy. They launched themselves on her all at once. She kicked two in the face, breaking their jaws behind her. As she severed another's head with her teeth she noticed the King was also kicking then off her. His foot was

My back and shoulders were burning with pain. "It's a little treatment. You'll need to be like this for a while. This is the only thing I can do for you," he murmured. I frowned. What does he mean? "Are you leaving?" I asked. "Yes for now but I'll be back. The King is looking for every wolf associated with you. They are captured and no one knows what happened to them after that." "Wait, what about Vic?" "He was also captured, Alpha. I need to leave for now," he said again and left.

This news sent chills down my spine as I know how cruel and unhinged this King can be. She turns out to be the mate of the strongest king of werewolves making her the werewolf's queen. It is an immediate decision for me to send my wolves to spy on them. They come back with the news that she is indeed alive and well and has joined the pack as their new queen. I couldn't believe it. She has done the impossible. I know she is powerful, but this is beyond anything I have ever seen. "My King, the werewolf king has killed one of our spies, and his head is hung on their borders," says one of my strongest rogues.

THE WEREWOLF KINGDOM: THE ROYAL PACK Queen Areli sat in the office with her arms rested on the desk, staring at the king, her mate. Silence filled the room, just eyes locked with each other, promises being made with one smirking as the other fought a giggle. The opening of a door pulled them from their staring game. Queen Areli, queen to the werewolf kingdom and goddess of darkness, beamed so brightly from the win against her mate in their stare game.