Lycan Queen Novels & Stories

I asked. "I want to know who you are and why you're wandering around our village," She said. "I'm Maximus, the Lycan King," I said, trying to sound confident. But to my surprise, she laughed. "You? The Lycan King? You must be joking." I was taken aback, feeling the anger and frustration rising in me. "I am the Lycan King!" I growled. She just laughed again. "If you are the Lycan King, then I am the Queen of the Night," she retorted.

I ask once I notice her frown. "I'm sad," She sighs, "Anaiah doesn't want to be my friend and was only using me to get this location, can you imagine?" She pouts, fixing her dress and sitting on the bed. Anaiah is the Queen of Lycans and is popular in the supernatural realm because of her story, her and her kind work, plus she's the first werewolf Queen. She is usually a topic of interest in the papers and gatherings. "Of course, she wants to find you guys. All you do is attack her people," I tell her sharply, and she squints her eyes,

So handsome! But then I heard the sound of broken bones, and I instinctively flinched, moving behind Liam. My head poked just above his shoulder so I could see. “Ahhh! How dare you! I’ll kill you!” My heart dropped in fear for the thug. Was he stupid? Didn’t he know the man standing in front of him was the Lycan King? The King ignored him and walked toward the blind girl. My hands clenched at my sides as he leaned toward her, holding her chin, and whispered something to her.

I stood straight, torn tunic waving, dark curls whipped by the wind, and declared, "I claim the title of Queen of the Silvermoon Pack. He is no more, and I am his blood; his sister. Dane's mate, I proclaim and swear that both packs—Ironclaw and Silvermoon—will live in harmony, united under peace and not chains." A ripple of shock traveled through the throng, a wave-invisible, perceptible. Ironclaw Lycans shared a hesitant look, their claws retracted, and their aura flickered under the pressure of uncertainty. The warriors, women, and children of Silvermoon looked on, mouths agape, with hope fighting an almost lost cause against fear.

“Although it will take some time to train them. Albius and his men were our best - although clearly too stupid to carry out my orders as they were given.” “Do you think it could have been her? The wolfless woman?” “Well, it would make sense, wouldn’t it, Gifek.” He turns his eyes to look at the other man, smirking when Gifek doesn’t flinch or look away. “She’s the right age. She’s a Lycan - with or without a wolf, if everything they told us was true. It may be nothing. Flukes happen. But I want our spies in the Evercoat Kingdom to keep their ears open. We aren’t ready to wage open war… yet. If it is her, we will have to find another way.”

Sicily growled. Alpha Joy chuckled crisply, but her heart actually sank, especially since this time her opponent was the strongest Lycan Queen. As rumour had it, Sicily's abilities surpassed King Lycan Edward's. "The old Lycan is still not necessarily exhausted, now a Lycan Queen appears. Wow!" "Wait here, let me continue!" Sicily stood up to challenge Alpha Joy. Although she was an Alpha Female, her guts were high enough to provoke an alpha.

The pregnant she-wolf didn't understand why her body was submitting to this woman. The council members and the priestess gulped as they could tell what was happening. “He married her, didn't he?” Elder Mackenzie sighed. “So? If she's his mate, then I don’t see the problem,” Elder Beres snickered. “But this isn't how then council do things!” Elder Natasha let out. "To my loyal followers and my friends from near and far," Kanyon greeted. "I present to you, my second-chance mate, my wife, and the queen of Lycania, Jessica Thorton- Coldblood."

King Reagan Maximilian Valor, the tyrant king of the Lycan Kingdom. And he… he was unexpectedly my mate. I don’t want to hope too much, but since the day he came to the auction hall. I never knew I would be greedy. I want his love. I want his attention. I want everything he could give me. That dream is impossible to have. He was my mate; I should sit next to him and become the queen of this kingdom, but my fate is different. I’m here to be his breeder. My sole duty is to give him an heir.

Progress. I walked into the square without drawing. The Lycan on the chain squinted down his nose. “Foreign,” he said, as if the word tasted like dust. “Name your business or be gone.” “I am Kael,” I said, and let the title come like a hammer dropped from a quiet height. “King of the Lycans.” They laughed. The sound had the wobble of men who don’t want to look past the thing that keeps them safe. “Equal to none,” said the tallest. His armor showed the sigil of a sunburst clamped in a fist. “Especially not to dogs.”

He looks like war and temptation decided to make a child together. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold. Goddess, his sharp eyes are violet, burning with authority. There’s only one bloodline in existence with that color. The Royal Lycans. Nikola’s voice trembles inside me. “Mate.” For the first time in the past four years I've been a rogue, I don’t know what the hell to say. The word knocks the air from my lungs. For the first time in four years of running, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.