Wof Queens Novels & Stories

I breathe out, relieved then I sleep, but suddenly I felt icy water on me, making me flinch awake. “Archie!” I yelled, glaring at him. I watched as they both laughed, resting on each other. I sighed. No way could I be mad at them. They are too cute. It’s been 3 years since I became Queen and a lot has definitely changed. I will start with the kingdom. The werewolf kingdom is now one of the biggest kingdoms in the world of the supernatural. My territory is bigger and I have more pack members than other kingdoms. I made allies with some other kingdoms like the faes, trolls and witches. I refused to have anything with the Vampires because their king, king Orion, is a cunny fucker who just wants

"Tell me, Theo, do you find it lonely on that throne of yours? A king should have a queen, don't you think? Someone who understands the burdens of leadership, someone who can share the weight." Theo crossed his arms, his stance firm. "I'm not interested in alliances with you, Queen. Whatever you're offering, I don't want it." Her smile widened, but it was anything but comforting. "Oh, but you haven’t even heard my offer yet. It's a good one. I know what you truly want." She glanced up at him through long lashes. "You're thinking of Jolene, aren't you? The mortal girl who's about to marry a god. It's quite a mismatch, if you ask me. What could a werewolf possibly offer against the might of Ap

The only person who could get her to tell the truth would be the Alpha if he were to command her to tell the truth. The Alpha Command is a power all Alpha’s hold over their pack members, except for the Luna. It forces the pack member to do as the Alpha says, and if they try to resist, it becomes painful. The only werewolf in the world with control over other werewolves outside their pack are royals.

Clarissa’s POV The first howl cut through the air like a blade. It was deep, guttural and different from our own. Feral. Rogues. My stomach tightened even before the alarm was raised. A second howl followed, then a chorus. Distant. But not for long. They were coming. And this time, they weren’t just scouting the borders. They wanted war. Within minutes, the compound was alive with movement. Warriors scrambled out of their quarters. Commanders barked orders. Younger wolves shifted mid-run, joining the defense line along the southern ridge.

Before the current Queen, the King dotted on the first Concubine, and treated her like his most cherished possession until he set his eyes on the young woman who is now his Queen. Loud gasp soars through the crowd, as the ladies gawks at Lady Mingue like she has lost her mind. They marveled at the young woman’s audacity to mention something that is a sore subject. Something no one dares to mention, not in front of the concubine. They think it but dare not speak it loud.

A year after the wedding, life was calm. Steady. Good. Vera kept designing—each weapon more brilliant than the last. Her work? Untouchable. Worth a fortune. Luca spoiled her rotten but never got in her way. That morning, a package landed at the door. A letter. From a lawyer. Vera opened it—then froze. Every Quaranta asset. Shares. Holdings. The whole empire. All transferred to her name. Signed by Carlo's personal attorney.

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

"Word travels fast among wolves when there is blood in the wind." "They want to know if it's true," Kael said bluntly, his golden eyes searching her face. "They want to know if the great Oakhaven pack—the noble defenders of the eastern border—truly sold the lineage of the Lycan Queen to the Grand Vizier’s hounds for imperial gold."

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.