Orphaned Queen Goddess Novels & Stories

The unnatural light that used to cling to her skin when moonlight touched her. The way she always avoided questions about herself. Freya looked at him carefully. “Eros…” But he barely heard her. Aethon stepped closer. “She was not human. She was not wolf. She was not mortal at all.” His voice lowered. “She was a goddess meant to be worshipped.” The chamber fell silent. Completely silent. Eros stared at him without speaking. And then Aethon delivered the final blow quietly enough to destroy the entire room. “And because she chose you… today she is forgotten.”

I growled. “Just a princess?” dad narrowed his eyes. “Are you so naïve?” he demanded. When I did not reply, he stood up angrily, and added, “Let me narrate your titles to you – you Jayden Esperanza Whitaker La Gualias, are the first born princess of La Gualias clan and Whitaker clan. You are next in line for Africa and America in case Jared abdicates or is rendered incapable of ruling because of whatever reasons. You are mated to the sole male heir of Indian subcontinent, making you Alpha Queen of Shakti Clan. You are the brains behind enhanced security of entire Africa zone… do I even continue?”

she says "Where did he get this army" I say "he married Queen Kutrix Rukotl, queen of the Holy Roman Kingdom and descendant of the Queen of the Roman gods Juno and so they are aiding him they haven't been around as long as us but there relations to there gods aren't as far as us so alot of their citizens are stronger than us it's not looking great that being said they don't have the best strategists and we have some descendants of Athena so our chances aren't to bad if we come up with a great strategy we also have you on our side and you are currently the strongest demigoddess alive" says General Oris

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

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

“I’m curious to know where, your so called queen has run off to?” “She had gone back to earth; to help save it, from an evil much like you,” Orea replied. “We don’t want you back as our queen! So, NO we will not bow down to you and we will not bow down to you ever again, we served you out of fear for our lives and not out of love. Eureka is our queen now, because she showed us a different pathway, she proved to us that we do not have to sacrifice some lives for the whole welfare of this realm and if--”

I shout in my Alpha King tone. My ears are met with a loud, "Yes, Alpha King." I nod and continue. "Your Queen is the great-granddaughter of the Moon Goddess, herself. The Goddess came to earth and bred so Jackson and I would have an immortal mate. She knew we would need her to win the war and save werewolves. Amelia is literally a walking Goddess," I say, and the entire crowd gasps. "That's amazing," Vera whispers, and I glance at her and nod. "Now I am going to go check on her. But remember, this stays within the pack. Our Luna Queen is to be protected at all costs," I say, earning howls of agreement before striding towards Uncle Scott's house.

I had seen this side of my father once, he almost drained dad and mother until Sky used magic against him when he tried to drain us too. "So you guys said you saw when the grand oracle told the prophecy?" Silas ask and I watch him as Aziel nods and repeat it. "The Queen will be born and rise again. She will be born to the youngest daughter of the Covens priestess. The covens priestess will give birth to three daughters and the youngest will be mated too two. They will have three children, the first born will be a girl but she will betray them all. Then she will have twins a boy and a girl at last again.

With her staff in her hand, she motioned it, holding it powerfully. “What problem?” This time it was the Queen’s voice that echoed all around the sea. “I think history is repeating itself and this child wouldn’t be able to inherit Oceania.” she spilled out, with a brief pause. “Why exactly?” “Your daughter has been mated with her kind. The Moon Goddess paired her with the cruelest Alpha on the surface.” She spilled out. “Impossible!” Angrily, the Queen said. She motioned her staff towards a part of the sea. This created an instant whirlpool, surrounding the entire sea. Her eyes brightly lit white in anger, while her teeth gnashed in fury.

"You ask much, son of Vala. You come to us with the blood of our enemy in your veins, and you ask us to bleed for you." "I ask you to fight for yourselves," Tristan said. "The God-Shell... if it is repaired, if the Queen pilots it... there will be no Iron Wastes. There will be no mountains. There will only be the Empire." "The Queen?" Ora asked sharply. "The Dragon Queen is dead." "She is not," Saoirse said, her voice breaking. "She is... she is a shell. A puppet. They dug her up." A silence heavy with horror settled over the tent. The Iron-Kin respected the dead above all else. To disturb a grave was the ultimate blasphemy.