Your Brow Queen Novels & Stories

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.

But it's mostly out of curiosity, no one seems to like her, I notice. Landon places his hand on my shoulder, softly steering me to his side rather than his back and let his hand drape carelessly over me. “And that, people, is my Queen, whose blood you greed for — Brooklyn McBroom.”

At the shape the group made when it closed ranks. “You protect,” the Queen said. Her voice carried without effort. “That is your weakness.” No one answered. Ellie felt Cerebus tense. She let him. Didn’t release him. The Queen lifted one hand. Werewolves moved—not forward, not back—sideways. Streets that had been empty filled. Rooflines gained silhouettes. Windows reflected eyes. Gabe’s jaw tightened. “She’s boxing us.” “She’s offering a choice,” Brooke said. “Left or right.”

“As the new Pack Luna and future Queen, Brenna is now one of my advisors. Together, we will come up with a plan.” Words of agreement spread throughout the room, and Adan held up his hands again, bringing everyone to silence. “Brenna will be our Queen before the Blood Moon. Now, go back to your lunch.” Applause erupted again, and some people passed by our table and offered their congratulations. “Well, it looks as if you’re a hit!” Adan smiled, leaning in close.

How did the prodigal son become the filial son! "Ah! You have such a sweet tongue. Come here, both of you. My darling Elizabeth, I haven't officially introduced myself yet, have I? I am Queen Beatrice Brikenhead the Regalious, 26st Sovereign Queen of Reveldron, come sit by me dear."

"We are the Queen of all supernaturals and the Luna of the Shimmering Falls Pack!" Zoey stares, eyes wide! "Queen?!" Braxton smirked. "Yes, queen. Do you understand now, why you were never an option for me? Even if I was not fated to this gorgeous, selfless woman, I would never have chosen you regardless!"

The Queen watched, her face neutral but a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. The King groaned as the woman worked him expertly, his eyes never leaving the Queen’s. With one hand, he gestured for the queen to come closer. The Queen waited for a moment and then complied, and when she got close, Auron grabbed the front of her gown and ripped it open, exposing her full breasts. They bounced twice before settling, her pink nipples hardening under his gaze.

Her eyes, in particular, held a knowing quality, as if she could see right through their masks and into the very core of their intentions. The queen's appearance was breathtaking. Her alabaster skin contrasted sharply with her deep, dark eyes, which sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. Her hair, a cascade of shimmering black, flowed down her back, and her dress, a masterful creation of silk and lace, clung to her form in a way that seemed both elegant and predatory.

the queen asked Amaro worriedly. "Mother, it's Kashmir that is with me." Amaro raked his fingers on his hair. "What?!" the queen and Kharim both exclaimed. The queen went to the side of Kashmir, she pushed back the hair that covered her face. The queen's eyes were wide as a saucer. Although she was shocked that she saw them in a compromising position, even so, she was happy to find it was Kashmir not the maidservant Kharim was talking about.

Clarissa’s POV The air in the room was heavy with warmth, laughter, and the smell of roasted meat. It was a full pack meeting. Warriors, elders, pups and everyone had gathered in the great hall for food and updates from Alpha Drey. Long wooden tables filled the room, and plates of food were passed down rows with eager hands. I sat near the front, beside Tessy and Drey. Across the table from me sat Helen, dressed in a silver dress that hugged her perfectly. Her hair was braided back neatly, and a necklace sparkled against her throat.