Witch Queen Black Clover Novels & Stories

“Den of which pack? Rank? Political position?” The question caught me completely off guard. I froze, my mind scrambling for words. “I—I —-” “She’s now Nora Blackwood,” Derek’s voice cut in smoothly, “The queen of the Lycan King. I think that’s what matters.” His gaze never left the queen mother’s face as he said it. She sipped her drink, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. Then she nodded slowly. “I guess she’s just some dirty rag that got cleaned up,” she said.

Her eyes shone with tears of joy, mirroring the intense, triumphant emotion radiating from him. Next, Queen Luna Adelaide Wolfe stepped forward. “This day, the strength of the Alpha King is doubled by the love of his Luna, and the realm is made whole. By the power invested in me, I crown you, Claire Clover, Luna Queen of Wolves. May you stand by your King and bring light and love to our people.” As the crown was placed on Claire’s head, the crowd erupted into cheers. Clayton took his Queen's hand, and together, they walked to the balcony overlooking the city.

“That didn’t take long.” I didn’t bother easing into it. “Do you know one?” Her expression shifted. Serious now. “No,” she said simply. I paused. “None at all?” She shook her head. “Not personally.” Something in my chest sank slightly. “But,” she added, leaning forward, “you’re not just anyone, Lila.” I frowned faintly. “What does that mean?” “It means you’re the queen of Blackwood,” she said. “If there’s anyone within these lands who practices that kind of… work—you’ll be able to find them.”

He removed my hood and placed the tiara from its box on my head. “I hereby declare Ava Withers to be the Queen Luna of Black Shadow Pack, governess of all packs within the Black Shadow Pack boundary, mate of King Leo Warrick, and protector of all.” It was a mouthful, but I wasn’t arguing. I stood, and the procession made its way onto the stage, one person at a time. They each kneeled and kissed my foot, then offered me blessings.

flash in his. “It is NOT my fault my father, YOUR King, was a man whore! I did not ask for this bullshit but hey if the shoe fits, wear it right? So here I am bitch! If you have a problem with me or my wolf, we will be on the training grounds until lunch.” I looked away from Koda who had looked past me to Jax, probably questioning if I could challenge him like that or not. I had everybody’s eyes on me, which is exactly what I wanted. “That goes for anybody else here who does not think I’m worthy enough. Rather you like it or not I will be your Queen soon enough and you will all bow to me. Maybe once I rip a few of your throats out, you will learn to tread carefully.”

I frown and say, “Would you mind elaborating, Noah?” “Not at all. After the death of Queen Clarissa and King Alexander, The Queen Mother sought refuge in the New Dawn coven. As everyone knows, she is half Lycan and a witch. Her mother was a witch and her father was the Lycan prince, who was her fated mate. When they met, the queen mother dropped everything and took the position of rightful queen. During her reign, the queen’s guard obeyed her orders, until Queen Clarissa was old enough to rule.” “Oh, that’s right. The queen’s guard only obeys orders from the ruling queen.”

They are clean of every trick, and dupe, filled with the richness of smiles, and love. My fingers thread through one of the gowns in the shop. A beautiful witch black, with a sweetheart neckline, and puffy sleeves that run down the entire length of the arm. A flowy tail, with a ball gown fluff, with a slit through the front. Black. Black was never a color that a princess or queen should wear, it was something that witches did or someone from brothels. But the cloth in my hand felt good. It wasn't expensive or had rich silk embezzlements, or anything fancy. It was mere beauty. “Queen Adria”, I hear, as Meredith runs in front pulling me down to the bronze gate tucked in the corner of the road.

"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."

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

We literally were being alone together in the crowd. Until Zach disturbed us with his report, “We’re ready to blow this place up, my lady. So it can’t be used for rogue vampires’ nests. Will there be anything else that we need to do?” I blinked my eyes and just realized I was the queen, not some woman in the eyes of a man amazed by her presence, “Do it, Zach. Let’s get back to the mansion, I’m famished.” I accidentally said ‘famished’ while looking at the doctor. He looked scared and he gulped as it could be seen that his Adam’s apple was moving.