Lycan Queen Novels & Stories

The rest of them kept calm studying Alora. ‘ Come on!!, this is weird!!!.’ Alora thought. They all stared at one another. Alora sat down staring back at them. “She’s a Lycan!.” The lady exclaimed. “Are insane!!, you want to make a Lycan our Queen?!.” Alora could tell this wasn’t good. She sat calm watching. “They are number one enemy!!.” Loki exclaimed. “I knew something was off about her!!.” “She’s royalty!. Alpha blood!” Another of his siblings murmured.

Bob spoke too and paused. Bill took it from there. "We will go astray," Bill spoke and paused too. Raphael took it again. "At this point, we the council of elders want to present to you all your new ruler, king Lucian Marius. His wife, queen and Alpha female Alexia." The king and queen stepped forward, waving and smiling at the Lycans. The elders went to their place, behind the king and queen. The Lycans kept cheering on and on until Lucian raised his hand up, an action that meant that they can stop cheering, and they did.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

“Forgive the intrusion, but the news is dire.” The Queen of the Lycans,queen Varka slowly rose from her throne. Just as the moon goddess was superior over the wolves,so was she to the Lycans. She stood tall, graceful, and terrifyingly beautiful, her silver-white hair spilled down her back like waterfalls. Her eyes—those same mercurial eyes her sons inherited gleamed like storm-forged steel. She was old, yes,but not in appearance. She still looked like a woman in her twenties.

"But... what are you?" The question struck harder than I expected. I had no answer. The next day, Celeste summoned an elder from a distant pack, a gnarled old man with milky eyes and a voice like rustling leaves. His name was Elder Brann. He studied me for what felt like hours, his cloudy gaze never wavering. "It is as I feared," he said finally. "The prophecy speaks true." "What prophecy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "The rise of the Lycan Queen," he replied. "A she-wolf born of royal blood, able to command the wild and tame the warring tribes. She will unite the supernatural under one rule, or see it all fall into ruin."

“I swear on my life, Autumn—you’ll never suffer like that again. Never.” Lysandra stepped forward, her tone urgent, “Autumn is no ordinary woman. She is a blessed omega reborn. Her true powers lie dormant… but now that she has been claimed by love—by you, Zane—her powers have begun to awaken.” Autumn whispered, “But the ritual… it didn’t just unlock me. It brought him back too.” Lysandra nodded gravely. “Malrik has risen again. And he will come for her. But this time, she is not alone. This time, she is a queen of Zane Valerian Blackhowl.”

“The late Lycan is dead. We’re closer now than we’ve ever been. We must remain focused on our goal.” “We are.” The woman spoke again. “First public discrediting then we’ll weaken him and finally, he can go join his father in hell.” Hunt. I almost gasped aloud as my knees lost strength. These people were planning to kill Hunter. “And the Queen won’t be a problem?” The first voice asked again. “What trouble can a spoiled princess bring?” The woman chuckled. “Not to worry. If she and the Lycan seem to grow closer… “ Her voice broke. And for a minute, my heart jolted as I strained my ears to hear the rest of their plan.

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

​"Malphas is leaving. Escort them out. The treaty is signed and bound by blood." "Gladly," I mutter, standing up to my full height, letting my massive frame cast a shadow over the room. Cillian pushes off the pool table, sharply straightening the lapels of his designer jacket. "A pleasure as always, Prince," he sneers softly. "Enjoy your victory. And your human. I hope she's worth the price of admission." Little does he know she is no mere human, she is the Lycan Queen of Legend, one day she will lead us all.

The woman was known as the Evil Queen. "Strip him naked, and kill everyone in the Nightshade pack!" Myrene's order made Logan's legs weak. Logan turned around to find all of his people roughly restrained. His eyes widened. He didn't care about the two Lycan soldiers, bent his arms behind his back, forcing him to kneel. "NOOOOO!!! Leave them!!! NO!" He immediately yelled out loudly as the Lycan soldiers swung their claws about to tear the herd apart. He struggled in a kneeling position.