Novel & Cerita Werewolf Queen

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.

The word cracked through the clearing like thunder splitting stone. “This girl is no longer just a wolf,” Elijah continued, voice rising, carrying authority that brooked no challenge. “She is not merely an Alpha’s mate. She is not a pawn, a secret, or a weapon to be controlled.” His grip tightened briefly on Rebel’s shoulder. “She is the Werewolf Queen.” Shock rippled outward in a physical wave.

Sylvia. “We now crown thee Sylvia Dominque as queen of the werewolf packs and guardian of the staff of ARUNDHAIL!!” One of the SANHEDRINS said placing a crown on my head. This was something I never expected to happen, just 3 days ago I was on a battle field fighting for my life and the life of my people and friends. Just 3 days ago, I found my mother and lost her again, and just 3 days ago I found my wolf.

Octavia stood up and faced the crowd, her white hair tinted by the blood. “I give you Queen Bellona, ruler of werewolves! With Prince Dean and Prince Archie!” Selene yelled. Everyone cheered happily as Bellona walked to her throne and sat on it, her two boys on her laps. Bellona told her mother to call her Bellona. She believes Octavia died when her mate refused to recognise her. Now she is Queen Bellona, ruler of Werewolves and shall remain like that.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

As they delved into the dusty tomes and scrolls, they stumbled upon an old diary, its pages filled with the handwritten accounts of Emily's mother, Lycia. In the diary, Lycia chronicled her tumultuous past, revealing the dark secrets that had torn her family apart. She described her sister, Sofia, who had become the vampire queen and desired power above all else. Sofia had plotted against her sister, threatening to kill her and her unborn child if she did not abdicate the werewolf throne.

That night, as they lay tangled again, Mara whispered into the dark: “You are mine. Both of you. But if another comes… we won’t be three anymore.” The First stirred. “Then what?” Her lips brushed his chest, her hand resting on the Second’s hip. “Then I decide again.” And they believed her. Because Mara was no longer prey. No longer choice. She was the Queen of Wolves. And they were her wolves, bent to her will. And the world — Watchers, circles, gods, fate itself — would have to kneel. Kneel to the queen of wolves.

The crowd cleared the way and some even bowed as a woman with icy blue eyes entered. Her aura was strong and unmatchable to any other woman that stood there. There are very few people in this world whom I trust. And she was one of them. Rose. Our kingdom's next werewolf Queen. The strongest female figure known. Walking towards us, I see her combat boots enter my vision and I see the man lower his hand. His fists clenched. " Stop creating a scene here, Zander. We will talk later. " He doesn't answer. And I feel their auras clashing.

“Didn’t you hear me earlier? I want revenge. And how am I supposed to do that if I don’t hold the throne myself?” Hunter scoffed, leaning back in his chair like I had just told a joke. “You really don’t know anything,” he said. “No woman in history has ever ruled the three werewolf kingdoms of the Varkanavikzhtan Region alone. That position has always belonged to witches.” I lifted my chin, refusing to let his words shake me. “Am I not part witch?” I shot back. “If a witch can rule as Queen, then so can I.” For a split second, silence.

I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts as we approached the king and queen seated at the table. “Good morning, king and queen of the werewolf kingdom,” Queen Aurora greeted us as we took our seats, bowing her head a little. “Good morning, king Titus and queen Aurora; thank you for having us today,” Aurelian said, also bowing his head a bit. Well, in the witch kingdom, women have more rights and authority than their partners; she sits at the top of the table, holds more authority, and in fact, Aurelian said their offspring are mostly full of women and few men as they are the ones who will continue with the legacy and marry a powerful warlock as their king.