The Resurrection of Queens
2 primary works
Book 1
My sisters have been in a magical slumber for centuries, my mother, the last great battle queen is dead, leaving me to face the world alone. I’m the last of my kind. A queen, not entirely shifter and not entirely witch but a perfect blend of both. I’ve been living in hiding for over four hundred years, avoiding ties with the supernatural community, specifically the Council and the Alpha of all alphas, like the plague. That is, until I find myself challenging for alpha of the New England pack in front of both the shifter and witch communities. Now, I’m the leader of both. Fuck, I’m the leader of both. I’ve put myself square in the Council’s sight, my time in hiding forcibly over.
But the Council is the least of my problems. Malick, the oldest Archdemon to walk the earth, is still alive despite my mother's best efforts. His legion growing in number by the day. I may want to keep myself and my new community away from his legion, but I know that the only way we’ll ever be safe is to kill him.
Countless queens have tried. All of them failing even with their alpha dragon mates and supernatural communities.
I’m going to have to work with the Alpha, Caleb, and the Council if I want to end Malick and wipe out his legion for good. Unfortunately, Caleb also happens to be my mate, as in soulmate, together forever, never to be parted, partners in crime. I know that he won’t let me go after we’ve finished wiping Malick from the face of the earth. But I refuse to be subject to the Council’s control.
I also need to find a way to wake my sisters because what’s coming for us is far worse than Malick and there are no guarantees there will be any survivors.
Book 2
After turning a demon inside out on the battlefield, I learn that I’m a new breed of queen. Like my best friend, Ayla, I’m the perfect combination of shifter and witch. I just have no idea how to use my new powers. My panther isn’t the same either. There’s a lot to adjust to, but I don’t have any time to think about adjusting.
Ayla, Caleb, Malcolm, and I have gone off to Ireland in search of answers. Answers about the prophecy, about the mysterious force that saved Malick during that final battle, about how Kelly, Darcy, and I are suddenly queens like Ayla and her sisters, but most importantly, about Ayla’s sisters and where they’re hidden.
I’ve got so much on my plate that you would think the last thing I want to deal with is a temperamental mate, and you’d be right. I knew the instant I changed on the battlefield that Malcolm is my mate. He’s claiming that he’s giving me time because of all the changes that I’ve gone through lately, but I think that’s a load of crap. I’m determined to make him see that I don’t need time when it comes to claiming him.
He does have a small point, though. There are so many different puzzle pieces that we have no idea how they all connect. We’re going to need to put those pieces together quickly if we want to survive. Malick is back, but he isn’t alone. And Malick turns out not to be the threat we originally thought he was. The goddesses had told Ayla that there was someone out there worse than he is, and they weren’t kidding. What we learn about those seven beings is terrifying.
If all the gods and goddesses couldn’t kill them, how the hell are we supposed to?