The White Queen Novels & Stories

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever

She struggled to breathe. "LUNA! Stop it! We have to go find the baby before Liam gets angry," a wolf man stopped the brutal act Luna had done to Allea. "This woman must die. Do you know what? Liam dumped me in favour of this human. Soon, I'll have to become queen. I will marry Liam. Of course, after this human dies." Luna couldn't control herself because of her emotions. She attacked Allea, tearing her body apart. Until Allea finally gave up on her life.

“I. Did. Not. Kill. Your. Mother.” The words hung in the air like poison. My breath caught. “She’s out there,” the Queen continued, eyes burning into mine. “In the human world. Wandering. Alive.”

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

He looked like a man who had finally claimed what was his. "It doesn't matter," I said, my voice growing stronger. I looked at all four of them. "They tried to kill me in my old pack. They tried to kill me here. They keep trying to put me in the ground, but they forget one thing." I sat up, the furs falling to my waist. I looked at my hands, feeling the power of the four kings humming in my blood. "I am the White Queen," I said, my voice echoing through the chamber. "And I am done being the prey. If the Council wants a war, if Caleb wants his 'property' back... then we give them exactly what they deserve."

He scratched the back of his head and asked me, "May I ask a question?" "Of course." "Why do they call you the White Queen?" This question caught me off guard. Of course, I knew the answer, but it wasn't something I wanted to go into in too much detail. As I was working on an acceptable answer, Georgia answered the question for me. "It's the title for the queens of the Winter Forest pack. It is said that their queens have the power of the Moon Goddess," Georgia began. "Whenever the pack faces a great crisis, the queen will borrow the power from the Moon Goddess and lead the pack to victory."

Daniel asked serving as a mouth piece to both William and Emma. "You don't know?" Alisa paused staring at the ignorance in their faces. "Emma here is the queen of the white witches," she then turned to William. "I thought you knew, that white witch that killed Rex wasn't surprised because she couldn't hurt you, she was because only a queen white witch's protection can be invulnerable to attacks from other white witches." "Wait, I thought it was all white witches?" Daniel asked. "No, only a queen has that power, and Emma has it, the pure white light. All the others has yellow."

“The light that touched us—” “Belonged to a child,” the Queen interrupted, crouching. Her fingertips brushed the stone floor, reverent and possessive. “A pure White Wolf. Born tonight. A male.” A ripple of dread passed through the coven. “One I can breed,” the Queen added calmly. “No prophecy speaks of a White Wolf returning,” one witch whispered, shaking. “That line died centuries ago.” The Queen smiled—without warmth. “Apparently, their Goddess disagrees.” She rose, cloaks swirling around her legs like living shadows.