Wings Queen Novels & Stories

“Yes, my dear. After one hundred years, you will begin to age. A human lifetime will pass, and so shall you. I wish I could give you your life, but I can't. I can permit you time that no one else would have for this kind of treason." The queen ran her fingers over her beautiful iridescent wings. "You are correct, dear, humans don't have wings. There are no creatures in the human realm that have wings, other than animals. Your wings will disappear before you even leave this realm. If you ever come here, or a small handful of other realms, they will return - like they were never gone." The queen turned her back to Geneve. She spoke so quietly, it was evident, she was speaking to herself.

“They all think I’m a serious competitor.” “Of course.” He answered back softly, holding the wooden door open for me. “You look like Queen material to me.” I rolled my eyes at him and quickly passed, picking the last seat away from the door. Ivy followed me closely, staying behind my seat like the other Handmaids while Arden stood post outside of the shaded area with the other Guards. “Please welcome His and Her Majesty, King Laroyna Drako Avinus Fafner, and his Wife, Queen Avelia Serene Fafner.” An unseen announcer's voice rang out through the arena, silencing the crowd for a moment before the defying cheers began.

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

"My name is Christopher Knight. One of the few Shadows in this world and their Beta." "Ramsey. What do you need from me?" He asked, finishing his drink then demanding another. "I need to remove a mark and kill the future Queen." "A mark? I don't think that can be done, but the Queen is already dead in my eyes. Once the old line is gone she and the other heirs are as good as dead." "Other heirs." "Tyler, Nate, and Damien. The witches want them all removed. We want Shadows removed as well, but maybe we can come to a new agreement."

From her back, a dazzling pair of angelic wings unfurled in a blaze of shimmering light, spreading wide like a divine storm. With a powerful beat, she soared down among the attackers like an avenging angel, her wings casting swift shadows over the chaos. Her eyes blazed with righteous fury as she struck, moving with a speed and grace that stunned even me. She took down one vampire with a sweeping strike of her hand, sending him crashing into the trees. Another shifter lunged, but Gwen’s wings whipped around him, knocking him off his feet like a gale. Her voice echoed like thunder as she called out, “Leave them alive, or face my wrath!”

“To climb upon that that throne.” Alcina’s eyes meet Brandon, and there’s a vengeance shimmering in her eyes, the unspoken words hanging between them– I want you to make them pay. Brandon’s answering grin, savage and utterly, fervently devoted - ah, Alfred thinks, they may very well ruin an entire world between their devotions - unfurls across his lips. “As you wish.” He presses his lips against the curve of Alcina’s brow, an oath of allegiance. Brandon lifts Alcina’s hand, then, to bring her knuckles to his lips with just as much darling faith. “I am going to make you queen.”

Nash informed. “What is happening?” the voice asked. “I did what you asked, now touch me and let me touch you,” the man growled. “I will be anything for you, Luna…” “Sure, I will touch you, after all, a promise is a promise, but I didn’t promise where I will touch you,” I spoke as I walked up to him, “And I am not Luna…” I growled as I extended my claws and pressed them right where he was pushing a blade on my mate’s throat. “I am a Queen… I am the Alpha Queen…”

Neither was my skin any perfect than before. But I found peace in beautiful dresses, makeup and my new wings. The prince provided for everything including the most expensive dresses I wear everyday after I claimed he was my mate. But I am glad I got the rarest and what people admired most ,wings. I was sad that I was not adored with any powers apart from strength but the more people stared at my wings in admiration during parties, the more it helped boost my confidence and my ego. I step out of the bathroom to find Jean gazing out of my window.

I look her up and down, “Hmm, I’m not so sure that’s a priority.” “Not for you,” she says with a laugh and I walk past her to punch out the window, and rip the bars away. “Yes, but I also refuse to allow anyone else to see you like this. I would hate to have to kill my own citizens simply for looking at their queen.” I tug her into my arms, letting my wings break free, and I fly out the window. She’s better now. Calmer. I can feel her contentment as I wash the blood from her body, and she seems relaxed as I watch her dress and fix herself in the mirror. She fidgets with her diamond earrings, staring at them intently and letting out another huff.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast