Warrior Cats Queen Novels & Stories

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

A man with white hair walked out of the palace and they watched as the cat with two tails turned into a beautiful woman with long, very long black hair. “That is Maleeka, Queen of the cat demon and that over there, is Idrissa, the Python king,” Irene explained. “Queen Maleeka will never show up in front of Idrissa for a fight, if she did now then it means Idrissa must have done something, but what?” “It was supposed to be a fair fight, Idrissa,” Maleeka said but it was very easy for them to hear as they all tapped into their wolf powers and Irene didn’t seem to be having a problem as well, neither did Rasmus.

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.

Emma lets her Royal Alpha aura flow as she looks past Elder Elio and Colter to the warriors hissing at the young pups behind them and says, “I AM QUEEN EMMA AND THIS IS MY KINGDOM. YOU EITHER KNEEL AND PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY OR DIE!” “You can’t do that…” Elder Elio struggles against Emma’s command, trying not to kneel and submit to her. As he fights the command, he looks around as hundreds of warriors, both vampire and werewolf, come out of places he didn’t even know were there. His Intel was a little on the lacking side as they hadn’t informed him of how many warriors were now under her control or that she had in fact been through the crowning ceremony becoming the true Queen he was against.

"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."

Pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window, she let out a series of lustful moans. Her soft, seductive moans echoed throughout the entire office. Thankfully, the soundproofing was excellent; otherwise, even the male cats outside would have gone into heat upon hearing them. Victor’s pent-up desire from the past few days seemed poised to erupt all at once. He switched between various positions, pounding Sarah relentlessly. From nearly noon until dusk, Victor seemed to know no fatigue, sending Sarah into wave after wave of orgasms while coming several times himself. Finally, Victor picked up the petite woman—who had fainted from exhaustion—in his arms and carried her back to his mansion.

Not in a bad or sexual way, of course, only in the way that makes them cry for their mommies. "Good evening, everyone. I would like to introduce you to my mate Jessi who is also one of the newly recruited warriors," Wyatt says, and I see the shock on their faces. "No wonder she made it through. She's the king and queen's pet and your mate. There's no other reason a female wolf would be a warrior." One of the men says, looking me up and down. His mate smirks next to him. She might not be so smug if she could see the way he's staring at my cleavage.

My mother is the first cat shifter to be Luna Queen of an entire Kingdom, not to mention the first woman to tame the King and his closest men, which is another thing that went down in the history of shifters. Mom leans closer to me and rests her head on my shoulder. Her hands instinctively move to her belly to cradle the unborn baby or babies, if I'm lucky. I'd love to see the despair on dad's and others' faces if she were to announce another lot of babies- six would be perfect. Ah, their agony would be beautiful.

Lucian’s eyes slowly returned to me. “So what now, Elena?” he asked. “You declared all-out war.” “I did.” “You don’t have the numbers to win it alone.” “I don’t need to.” Chase frowned. “What does that mean? I turned fully to face them. The smoke drifted between us, glowing red from distant fires. “I am no longer just a pack leader,” I said. “I am the Wolf Queen. Seraphina has forced this world into a war it cannot survive unless it stands together.”

I looked at my hand, it was completely healed, like nothing ever happened. Before I could comprehend anything else, I feel something on my head and he said once again, "I now dub thee, Daphne Penelope Edwards, Queen of the lycanthropes. Arise my queen and face your subjects", I stood to my feet and turned around carefully so the crown on my head would not fall. Once I face the crowd, they all started to phase and howl. The full moon has arrived, "Phase my queen", he instructed, I nodded and let my wolf out, he also did the same. The other wolves started to bow their heads, acknowledging us as their leaders.