Witch Queen Black Clover 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…”

; she roared. “Sure my lady!” He bowed respectfully and left. “I have been breaking stereotypes since my childhood, I had made every impossible thing possible, I have excluded the word impossible from my words bank then how could this be impossible? I will be the queen of “The Kingdom of Shades”. I will change this kingdom one day. I will eradicate all the darkness from it and make it the kingdom of rising. It will be just bright and powerful like the sun rise. I want everything, everyone under my Lead. The Lead of werewolf Queen. The queen who would be loved and adored by all. The queen will be just like her wonderful mother but she will not be weak like her who couldn’t fight her fate and

The Queen’s eyes sweep the group, landing on Liam and softening, then hardening again. “Rise, all of you,” the Queen says. “I want to see my daughters’ faces.” Zayla stands, flanked by Bella, Liam, Jenifer, Alex, and Amanda. The Queen’s gaze lingers on Bella’s jaw, the tilt of her chin, and a faint line of pride. Then, she moves to Zayla, inspecting the violet shimmer of her scales. “So. You have shifted. Congratulations. Few survive the first time without… incident.”

God knows she had dragged on for eighteen years and she knows she can keep going on. Luck ran out on her as she saw her core enemy, Sophia, she was wearing a green nightgown that complimented her hazel eyes and blonde hair. She was the definition of beautiful witch. " Where are you going?, you stinky thing, well like I care but I hope you never return". And with that Penelope received a slap for no reason, tears glittered in Penelope's eyes but she kept her head bowed. " Go and never return to this pack, you can as well go rogue and meet your useless parents".

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

The Queen clenches her thighs to keep her hunger under control while she continues to kiss the blonde. She kisses her way down the blonde’s neck, deeping into her chest and kissing her cleavage. Mei hisses in pleasure, her head extending backwards while her eyes shuts close to enjoy the feel of the Queen’s lips on her flesh. Yuelan reaches behind her to unzip the blonde’s gown, movin down her arms and down her waist, exposing her upper body, and revealing her small pert breast. The young Queen eyes the blonde’s hardened nipples hungrily before taking one with her lips. She sucked hard at the pointed nub almost to the point of pain.

Placing the dagger across his palm, Elijah quickly made an incision, and squeezing his fist, emptied the blood into the bowl, before turning to face his daughter. "I, Elijah Deveraux, King of the werewolves, renounce my position. I freely hand over the reins to my heir Alina Deveraux, carrying the position granted by our bloodline from this day forth, to be known as Queen of the werewolves, long live the Queen!"

But something about the woman's voice made it sound different. “He didn't just choose her,” she continued. “He chose to betray his own brother.” Kael frowned. “My ancestor was the first King of Blackthorne.” “Yes.” “And the First King killed him.” The woman nodded. “Because he believed your ancestor stole the one thing that belonged to him.” I looked at her. “The Moon Queen.” “No.” Her eyes moved to me. “Not the Queen.” My heart skipped. “Then what?” “The power inside her.” Silence filled the chamber.

Her eyes—slanted, black-ringed, pale lilac at the core—burned with intelligence and a grief so sharp it bordered on madness. This was Seraphina, Mira’s older sister. She looked nothing like her. Her power is immense—Mira’s sister. The Witch-Queen. There was something familiar in her scent—faint, unmistakable traces of Mira woven into something colder, more profound, as if she had absorbed what remained. “You feel it,” the Queen said softly. Her voice carried without effort. “Good. Then you understand why I am here.” One witch trembled. “The light that touched us—”

In his rush of adrenaline, he had completely forgotten that there were still males around the castle, now, about twenty guards surrounded him with their eyes fixed solely on Daphne. “Move”, he growled with so much authority, it shook the atmosphere but none of them did as they were told. It was simply the power of the Heat of The Luna Queen. It gave all men immunity to orders, even those straight from the alpha king himself. The luna queen was said to have the strongest and most capturing scent out of all the female lycans, this made all the want her and their eyes were fixed on the prize. “Move”, he repeated, just to receive the same reply.