Witch Queen Black Clover Novels & Stories

A memory that never failed to make Kryon smile was thinking back to the very beginning — and how Witch Hazel had been right. Cleo was special in so many ways — not only a passionate and devoted partner to him and a wonderful mother to their little vampires, but also the most admired and respected Queen in centuries. Over the years, many gifts had revealed themselves, all of which she put to good use — stopping conflict rather than encouraging or escalating it. Making the future something to look forward to for everyone. THE END

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

"Enough to cover the entire valley." Silence. Luna stepped outside. The valley was filled with glowing eyes. Wolves. Witches. Strange creatures Luna had never seen before. And at the center of them all stood a woman wearing a black crown. She looked directly at Luna. Then she smiled. Luna felt the Shadow recoil. The First Wolf growled. "Who is she?" Her father stepped beside Luna. His face had gone pale. "The Blood Queen." Luna looked at him. "What does she want?"

in front of her with a knife and bowl as well. The moon goddess cleared her throat, "Today is a very important day for all of us. Today a courageous women is stepping forward to lead us always to the part if light, today she will be crowned the queen of dark magic and she and her mate I'll an oath to always protect and put the people of the werewolf world first. To rule and to guide them in the part of light and not to go astray. " I was feeling so overwhelmed and my mate must have noticed this through the bond because he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. My heart warmed when he winked at me.

The first Moonborn nodded. "No." She looked directly at me. "The Black Queen is not his daughter." My heart raced. "We know." "No." She shook her head. "You don't understand." She stepped closer. "The Black Queen is not his adopted daughter." Zara's eyes widened. "Then who is she?" The woman looked at us. "She is his mate." I froze. "What?" "The Dark Alpha's mate." Zara looked horrified. "That's impossible." "Not impossible." The first Moonborn's voice became quiet.

she swung away from him prepared to run away when he ran to grab her cloak off the chair and he threw it across her shoulders, holding her to still her movements. “Let me go!” “Think about it, Mare. You have two choices the king or the prince. Who is most powerful?” She jerked off his touch with a grunt. Llod snapped his fingers and a servant came running. “Fetch Hegi. See that the queen is safely returned to the castle.” The queen?! She fought the urge to scream at him. His words tore the cloak of their friendship into ragged fragments. For him, she was merely a tool for their freedom. How she got it and why was not important.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

"She's turning him. Making him like her. And he told me something else—there's another key we need. A key only the witch knows about." All eyes turned to me. I took a deep breath. This was it. The moment of truth. "Yes," I admitted. "There is another key. And it's not a what." I met Sienna's eyes. "It's a who." "Who?" she asked. The ground suddenly rumbled beneath our feet. In the distance, Mount Blackthorn lit up with an eerie red glow. "The Queen is starting early," I whispered. "She's calling the Blood Moon."

And now… now the air itself trembled. Because Florence had arrived. From the southern woods, the air turned to rot and ozone. The trees shriveled as a line of witches in blood-red cloaks moved in perfect formation. Their eyes glowed silver, their lips were painted in curse-ink, and at their center— Florence. The dark witch queen of the shattered coven. Her black hair coiled like smoke, her arms raised high above her head as she chanted in a tongue older than ruin. The sky answered her with fury.