Wings Queen Novels & Stories

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

Down one avenue, I saw a wereman—half-wolf, half-human—with feathered wings burst into flight, carrying crates stamped with the mark of the Celestial Guard. The people here wore color like it was life itself. Blues that pulsed like the sky. Golds bright enough to burn. Silvers that shimmered when they moved. And everywhere—whispers. “She’s awake...” “After all this time...” “The Moon Queen walks again.”

He too was bowing, his head lowered in respect. I blinked in confusion. Kayden was an Alpha. He would never bow to me—an Omega. But here he was, along with the others, all of them calling out the same words in unison. “Hail our Queen.” My heart pounded in my chest. “Queen?” I whispered, my voice trembling. This didn’t make sense. I wasn’t a queen. I wasn’t even an Alpha. Why were they bowing to me? Before I could ask more questions, the dream began to fade. The forest, the wolves, and the strange power I felt all started to slip away, like sand through my fingers.

I had been seven or eight, asking why wolves sometimes spoke to me in dreams. “Promise me,” she said, “that you’ll remember. When darkness comes, when you feel lost and alone, remember that you carry the blood of queens.” Blood of queens. Luna bloodline. It clicked with terrifying clarity. I wasn’t just human. I never had been. The revelation surged through me, a wave I no longer resisted. The whispers became distinct, coherent, urging me: Use it. Use what you are. I rose slowly, legs steady despite the energy surging inside me. The tingling in my hands intensified; when I looked down, I gasped. My skin glowed faintly, silvery light pulsing with my heartbeat.

"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."

Relief flickered in her chest—fragile, fleeting. But in the dark, another shadow stirred. The Queen of Harpies had been watching all along. Her wings unfurled, beating the air with a predator’s grace as she rose into the sky. Her lips curved into a cold smile. She would fly straight to the palace. And Darina had no idea the noose was already tightening.

Like Dollface wasn’t still sobbing in some dark basement—if she could still sob at all. “You’re mine,” he murmured into her neck, his breath warm and possessive. “It’s always been you, Raven. I’d never pick anyone else. You know that, right?” She didn’t answer. He kissed her throat. “They throw themselves at me, baby, but none of them are you. You’re my little bird. My Raven.” His hands found her hips. Her shirt slipped off. The rest followed like routine—like choreography. And she let it happen.