The White Queen Novels & Stories

Although the thing he asked in his heart was very strange, it happened now. A smile broke out on Queen Minerva's fiery red lips. “This might be our chance to take that damn kid down. You immediately find a way to find that woman,” Queen Minerva ordered Duke Alantoin. "Yes, my Majesty!" "B-but Mrs White is no longer in the black palace," the maid cut in timidly.

Damien had a confused head because his little lover was not the mate that he expected but some unknown woman. Damien gritted his teeth. "You get up for me!" All of the guest and slaves kneeling down and saluting to their queen was startled with this thunderous roar. As they trembled in fear and just got up. Because. What can a Queen do to a King? Especially if they still do not know what this queen is capable of doing? Damien calmed down seeing that all of those guests still listened to him. The Queen, the woman in a white dress had tears hanging onto her eyes after

" I looked at the woman and surely, I could tell using so much of her light had drained so much life out of her. "As you can see..." the queen spoke. "She's dying. And that's where you come in." She turned to face me. "You're going to be our new white wolf. Whether you like it or not."

She was wearing something that reminded me of what the ancient Egyptian Female Pharaohs wore in the pictures of our history books from school; a headdress made of gold with stone accents, and a very revealing white dress with gold trimming. “Hello mistress. My name is Stephanie. I am here to take you to the King. He has requested your presence.” Her voice was soft and very friendly. It was almost alluring. “Can we trust her?” I asked Koa. “I say we don’t trust anybody. We already know there’s witches about and putting spells on shit or even us. Tread carefully sweetie.” Koa still on guard ready for an attack. “Let’s play a game then shall we?” I smirked at my thought and I’m pretty sure I sa

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

I put down my ponytail hair and continued, “Hmmm, maybe you are right, I was a little bit influenced by Bryan, you know, I finished all the books he brought to me, those great myths, wolf history, poems, Oh! And a few romance novels. “ ”Stop your great speech and go to the shower.” Levi walked toward the door, and I hurried to follow. “Come on, Levi, it is not wrong with books. You are a knight for me, aren’t you? Besides, Mother won’t choose me for the next queen, right?” I spoke casually, but he suddenly stopped and turned to ask me, “How did you know?” His tone was a bit strict. “Everyone knows, Kate almost done all the paperwork for Mother these three months. She already took the respon

"I can feel the seed reaching for him." ​I stepped up to his side, drawing both of my obsidian broadswords with a heavy shing. The claim mark on my neck pulsed, burning with golden fire. I was mated to the Alpha of the North. I was the White Queen. And right now, I was a Warlord with nothing left to lose. ​I looked at the twelve Legionnaires, Alaric, and Marcus. ​"You lot hold the line out here," I commanded. "If anything tries to get in or out, kill it. This part... this part is for family."

"I came to bring a gift of southern silk for the heir, and she lunged at me! The omega is unstable! She wants to destroy the alliance out of pure jealousy!" The elite vanguard guards did not advance on Elena, but their iron swords remained drawn, their predatory eyes tracking her every breath. They were locked in a state of paralyzed conflict. Elena was the fully awakened White Queen, the fated mate of their sovereign, but Camille was the royal daughter of their most vital military ally. A public attack on her flesh was an act of international war.

Damien who had a confused head because his little lover was not the mate that he expected but some unknown woman. Damien gritted his teeth. "You get up for me!" All of the guest and slaves kneeling down and saluting to their queen was startled with this thunderous roar. As they trembled in fear and just got up. Because. What can a Queen be match to a King? Especially if they still does not know what this queen capable of doing? Damien calmed down seeing that all of those guest still listened to him. The Queen, the woman in a white dress had tears hanging onto her eyes after Damien roared so loudly in the main hall but Damien did not even spared her a glance.

There are skulls on the floor, skeletons hanging on the wall. Jucel sighed. She's somehow familiar with this scene but she can't remember why. She had hope that Lucian will come in to save her. The door to the dungeon opened, and Jucel saw a regal woman with white coat around her shoulders. There were dark circles around her dark eyes, and her hair was white, tied in a tight bun. She had an air of authority and elegance. She immediately knew this was the queen. "You're awake," the queen.