Witch Queen Black Clover Novels & Stories

“By the grace of the Moon Goddess and the consensus of the High Council, we recognize Esmeralda of the Knight Pack as—” “She is not 'of the Knight Pack,'” I interrupted, my voice becoming louder through the hall like a thunder light. Silas stopped, his hands shaking. The crowd gasped. “She is the Queen of the United Packs,” I said, stepping up onto the first tier of the dais. “She is the Mother of the New Dawn. And she doesn't need your 'consensus.' She is here because she survived the darkness you all were too cowardly to face.”

Her mother looked every inch a gothic queen in rubies and black opals. Next came Bessa and Deandra, daring and dazzling, smiling wickedly as they claimed the floor. Then, one by one, the Council witches. Power radiated from them, sharp and undeniable. I held my breath as the herald raised his voice. “Lord Alister Silverlake and the Queen Witch Supreme, Aminda Loretta Bettencourt.” My jaw tightened. With him? Rage boiled as I yanked at my bow tie. Her silver-blond hair fell in perfect waves, black-tipped strands swaying to her waist. Diamonds glittered across her black gown, clinging to every curve. The neckline plunged low—too low. My fists curled. No one else should look at her that way.

My heart sank. But she didn’t appear concerned at all - quite the opposite, in fact. Instead, she repeated her call a second time, and then a third. “Alpha! Alpha! My Alpha!” I felt myself blush as I realized what she was doing. The call was quickly taken up by others, and pretty soon, the entire clearing was full of packmembers chanting my name, sounding full of pride. “Alpha!” “Rayla!!” “Queen of the Pack!!”

She chuckled on seeing his stunned expression, “I overhead your talk with my daughter. It’d would have been better if you’d given the girl to Gerard that time at the forest” Gerard shot a glare at Chan, “And you told me you shut at a squirrel”. Chan staggered from his seat. He didn’t need to be ratted out. The Queen was a witch herself that heard all conversations. He began breathing heavily, “How'd I know you’d not kill her? What good is she to you as a catalyst?” he dropped the honorifics. He didn’t regret it even if the King fumed. “As a catalyst, she would increase his powers. The job of a mate to a werewolf is the same as a catalyst to him” the Queen declared.

she said. "The queen," she said, and she went inside even before I responded. I heard that witches like to speak less. I got into the car. "Who is the queen?" I asked. "Witches have royals. And the one who is most powerful of all is , The Queen Witch," he said. "I guess her name is Mora," he said. "Okay, let's try out our luck," I say. We both started for the queen's coven, and it had already gone dark outside.

The queen walked until she stopped near an old tree whose bark was carved with strange symbols. ‎ ‎I narrowed my eyes. What is this? ‎ ‎Suddenly, laughter echoed. Figures emerged from the shadows, women in dark cloaks, their eyes glowing faintly. They surrounded the queen, greeting her with eerie smiles. ‎ ‎My stomach dropped. Blood witches. ‎ ‎The queen’s voice was clear and sharp. “The wedding is moving according to plan. Soon, the tribes will fall, and the blood witches will rule once more.” ‎ ‎My heart pounded in my chest. It’s her. Not the king… the queen is the one with an agenda.

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s. Charly loves to travel and experience new places

I smiled in response. " You...Shy...huh? " She asked in her broken English. I simply nodded. I hear a knock on my door. Radiant Moon steps away from me momentarily to open the door. In comes her brother Black Bear, wearing a smile on his face. "People are everywhere waiting for the Queen," he says in his deep husky voice. The younger man smiles. "'Dey have come to see 'dere new queen more like how new Queen look."

“Sharen, I’m going to go take a look at the villages, see how the land lies.” “Umm—” “You go on working as before. We’ll sort out the unpaid taxes and the other stuff.” I was staring at my nails pensively. Who’s the treasurer? The queen’s older brother... Poor queen; black really wasn’t her color. Dressed in black, she looked like a crow sitting on a fence. Too bad she was going to wear it again. It was the color of mourning, after all. **

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he