Lycans Queen Novels & Stories

"One Lycan can stay as your bodyguard of these land. The rest I want scattered. There will be no Lycan pack and I forbid them to live in one place together. Too much power leads to too much destruction." I smiled at Riley. Even heartbroken she was a true leader. No one has ever separated the Lycans, or demoted them to mere bodyguards. They would be foolish to disobey her though. "Yes, my Queen." The Lycans said in unison. "I'm not your Queen, but you will obey my commands. If any of you so much as scratches an innocent I will have you imprisoned and torture for the rest of your miserable existence. Is that understood?" She spoke fiercely at them, leaving no room for disobedience.

The last thing I wanted was to attract anyone’s attention. The crowd seemed to shift, parting ever so slightly as a woman approached with slow, measured steps. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, each movement deliberate, exuding confidence. She was tall, stunning, with sharp features and piercing eyes that roamed over the gathered women like a Queen surveying her court. “Oh, that’s Isabella,” a girl whispered near me, her voice trembling with awe. “She’s the Lycan King’s favorite.” “She’s practically royalty,” another girl murmured. “No one crosses her and gets away with it.”

Lucy answered casually like she was talking about the weather. "How the Fuck does she know I bully her because of the fucking mate bond?"I thought."It's understandable knowing you are the alpha prince I hope you have changed your mind seeing my daughter is not that weak as you think."Jane said with am expectant look on her face. "Yeah,I have."I said looking at Lucy who rolled her eyes at me. "When are you turning 18 Lucy?"dad asked."19th if next month."Lucy answered."Then we have to prepare for your shifting ceremony before your 18th birthday."dad said

We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away. Nobody at the party took the guy seriously, but you know what they say, a drunk man tells no lies. Many people say that the Lycan king is dead. There are many different stories about the Lycan King. Some of the stories say he was a good guy and others say he was this savage monster. It's so many different stories, so many wolves including myself who wasn't around durn the time of the lycan king think that he's only a legend and that most of the stories were made up to scare us as ki

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

I see her eyes change as she says that, and I open my mouth to ask if she’s okay, but I stop mid-sentence when the door opens and everyone gets to their feet, hush falling over the room. My head snaps to the entrance as I do the same, and there she is, standing tall and regal, the first queen of Lycaon. I feel my heartbeat change as I stare in awe at the woman who became the first human queen to rule powerful Lycans. I watch as she moves through the crowd after telling everyone to sit, and I feel my chest swell in admiration.

Lumi perched beside me on a chair far too big for her, swinging her legs and glaring at anyone who looked twice. “I don’t like them,” she whispered. “Good instinct,” I murmured. When Kael entered, the room stiffened — half with respect, half with resentment. Twelve Lycans in embroidered armor stood around a crescent table, each representing one of the old bloodlines. They were Kael’s ancestors’ mistakes in fine clothing. The oldest, Lord Rhaek, bowed just enough to be insulting. “Your Majesty. I see you’ve brought… company.” Kael’s voice stayed calm. “You requested to discuss the liberation decrees.”

“You see, Luther, the Lycans have been the absolute hands of order in our lands. They have ruled all these years, and it is not a lie that they have been making sure that nothing happens. But of all the Lycan rulers, there has only been one queen.” I was not getting the point, my father was looking at me. He knew that I was not getting what he was throwing. He continued, “The Lycan Kings are chosen once they are born, they emit high and powerful abilities. But you see the Lycan Queen has to be a pure Lycan and best of all they are rare.” “Rare?” I was even more puzzled, I didn't get where he was going with all this. “Isn't she of his blood? How can a queen be rare?”

He grabbed it before biting her wrist and started drinking her blood. I could sense that the girl was in pain but, as a perfect slave, she remained quiet and still. I felt a tinge of sympathy but then again, Max needed to drink blood to survive so it was fine. The conversation with Nik helped put things into perspective. "Also, Avalyn killed Vasilik. She is the Queen of Mozog now," Nik said conversationally. "Killed the centuries old fucker? I'd love to hear what happened." Max looked at me.

Sitting at the head of the table was the King and queen next to him and at the other end of the table were Marcelo and his beta. Marcelo’s eyes drifted between me and Kaleb, who was holding my hand now. I tried to remove my hand, but he pulls it back, gripping it too tight that I could feel my knuckles crack. “Shall we begin?” The king gestured for everyone to take their seats. >>> Two hours into the meeting, everyone is arguing about how Lycans are attacking small packs and not having to give them a chance to choose their packs. “I do what I have to do because it is for the best. People need leaders and…” One of the leaders from the south wanted to speak.