Lycans Queen Novels & Stories

"Different? In what way?" "Well, you're stubborn and short-tempered. Your generation couldn't be controlled anymore. And even before you were born, there were creatures who chose their own partner and rejected the mating pull. So I think the Moon Goddess saw that and to avoid any pain and scars, she gave you the ability to follow your heart." They were Lycans. They've been in existence for a thousand years. The Moon Goddess Selene created them. They were supposed to have a mate chosen by the Goddess, along with other creatures, but it all changed on the day she was born.

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.

While the war happened, I would be inside the underground with the mothers and children who couldn’t fight, protected by some guards. The witches, together with my mum would make a spell that didn’t let anyone foreign to enter. Only people with good intentions could enter that underground. Francesco was to stay with me too. Mum didn’t let him fight in the war. She had so much to say about how he wasn’t yet ripe to participate. Calily had been long gone since yesterday. We needed more Lycans to fight with us and since I wasn’t fighting, Luca was the only Lycan. Thus, we had pleaded with her to go find Angelo, and bring him from wherever he might be.

She is such a fascinating human. “Yes,” I replied. “Please allow me to explain. Lycans are more like humans but possess divine power. We can just say we are humans blessed with the ability to transform into wolves anytime. We have packs instead of cities where a king governs each pack. Amongst all the kings, there is a supreme king called the lycan king, who rules over all the other kings with his supreme Luna.” “Wow! It sounds exciting but also a bit frightening,” she remarked with a sparkle in her eyes.

Slowly the light fades away leaving darkness in its wake. “Was that Ella?” Panic has filled Walter’s voice. “Her powers have finally manifested,” I whisper carefully checking my surroundings. “Nothing will stop the covens from coming for her now.” Standing outside the gates that surround Lycan City I fidget with the hem of my cloak as several large Lycans surround me. Straightening my shoulders and holding my head high, I speak clearly. “I am here to see my granddaughter, the Queen.” The circle of Lycans surrounding me begin to laugh loudly. “Our Queen is no witch,” one of the growls loudly making a large lump form in my throat.

"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."

“Today… a new era begins.” He looked at me. And in that look there was no longer fear for my shadows, but trust. A single glance, and every chain of my past fell silent inside me. “I call for a council,” he continued. “In the presence of the empire’s warriors, guardians, and leaders. To strengthen the unity of our packs, and to decide our next steps against the border raids and the unrest within.” A stir rippled through the hall, but his next words silenced everything. “At this council… my Luna will sit. Nyra. As the queen of the Lycáns. As an equal voice in our decisions.”

“Who says the other Lycan’s would follow her anyway?” “For exactly the same reason they bowed to Elijah. Her midnight blue fur. They have all seen it, every one of the Lycans in the cell knows the moment she shifted.” “But I am the Alpha of the pack!” She flicks her braids over her bare shoulder as I feel Atlas laughing in my head. Lycan’s don’t have Alphas. They have a Queen! “You can keep the position for now, but if Aria wants to take her place, she can.”

“Are you sure you want to use this transformation serum?” Edna grabbed Allure’s wrist, stopping her from drinking the contents of the vial. “I mean, Prince Regan has never met Lily. So, it’s impossible that he would recognise her. Even if he does, that Lycan Prince won’t mind the swap. After all, being married to the legitimate daughter of Alpha Rhysand is more profitable than marrying the daughter of a maid. Why go to such lengths just for the sake of a political marriage?”

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.