Warrior Cats Queen Novels & Stories

She made me promise never to bring up the topic again and I didn't. The water ran down my back as I stroked my hair letting it run down my shoulders. Uncle had been managing the pack till I was old enough and now that I am, he was ready to ordain me as the Queen. The crescent pack has been ruled by women centuries ago. No man, either married to the Queen was to lead the pack. It had always been women as alphas. I was nineteen and already a warrior and the next Alpha Queen. I've won over five wars since I turned seventeen.

I said, “As I heard, the queen is really sick,” Levi responded while taking my sword to check. “At least she didn’t call Kate, too.” “Yes.. I mean no, there is nothing about Kate, I have no problem with Kate becoming the next Queen.” My elder sister Kate. She had been my sister and companion since childhood. Our mother, the greatest Alpha Queen, was always consumed by her duties, leaving Kate and the servants to care for me. Unlike me, Kate had short black hair, she was always sharp and confident. Our mother adored her, nurturing her in ways I could only watch from afar. I may have looked like my mother, but I rarely saw her, and the distance between us had always been clear.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

Thompson's warriors trained hard and rough, barking orders, mocking those who stumbled, and treating bruises like trophies. "Pick it up!" A sharp voice cut through the air. It was Laron, one of Thompson's loyal dogs. He towered over a younger warrior named Jane, who was on her knees, breathless and struggling. "Useless," he spat. "Get up, or get out." My hands clenched at my sides. Jane looked like she wanted to cry but refused to let the tears fall. She pushed herself up with shaking arms. I stepped forward, unable to hold back any longer. "That’s enough."

"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."

Kata said and that was all I needed to… to snap. I threw my claws out… and I lost control. A growl escaped from me and I lunged at Kata and his men and tore through flesh and bones. A few bloody seconds later, I had Kata’s neck wrapped in my claws. I snarled at his frightened face. “A Queen remains a Queen no matter where you find her!” I growled. “And you will bow to your Queen!”

"Of course, I'm awake. What happened?" When he had first set his eyes on her, she appeared to be fierce: not as a wolf or a warrior, but as a woman who is ready to stand up against any wrong done to her. However, those Werecats had done him wrong and not her, yet she stood for him. He hadn't been wrong to have decided to make her the Queen of Vampire City. An ideal lover and Queen. He took her right hand in both of his hands and placed a soft kiss on it.

But she was drawn to this place, this quaint shack that held such a wonderful gem within. The Omega Azaria coming into service as the Tatiana’s Tailor became the hot topic of the pack. Catherine did not care for gossip, but she looked at her nervous ward with a sad sigh. The poor girl faced a lot of abuse prior to her attention as Catherine’s Tailor, and the Tatiana felt terrible she did not notice the bruises under dirt on her face. She was different. Females were rare, and even less could hold the power of a Queen, but Azaria was like Catherine. Tiny compared to the other females in Erlias. The difference was night and day. Abuse took all kinds.

“Si.” “What about our children?” “Well, our first daughter is promised to Dmitri Orlov who is keeping my throne warm as we speak. Our sons will just have to learn how to play nicely and share. Per favore, Leo…. Don’t fight me on this.” “You do realise that the title Defiant Queen is so fitting for you?” His voice softens, followed by the look in his eyes. It’s almost like he is proud of me for following my heart. “So, does that mean the boy can stay with us?” Hope lines my voice.