Novel & Cerita Lycans Queen

Isla's plan made sense if we could build up an army of true Moon Goddess followers Zeeb won't stand a chance. “The prophecy of the Lycan King begins.” Isla smiled.

So he's still being sour about that. I close my eyes, trying to reign my anger in. I still need him. He's useful, I say to myself. “Then why tell me about that?” I ask. Jacob's face takes on a serious expression. “Just wanted to remind you that we can't have our Lycans questioning your authority because of Lysara. We need all of them at our back when you take on the title of the Lycan king and…” “She broke the bond,”I say calmly.

she said, turning to us, “I believe that the queen is a special kind of Lycan.” “What do you mean?” Eros was quick to ask. “According to history, every true Lycan is blessed with a special gift from the moon goddess,” she explained. “And from what I witnessed that day, as well as my investigations, I have cause to believe that the queen is a siphon Lycan.” I blinked, confused. “What is that?” “A Lycan who has the ability to tap into various abilities and use them in their most powerful form.” “A siphon requires an object to wield such power,” Lucius stated, question in his voice.

and “you saved us.” “Cassia,” began the woman who had first spotted her in the room, her voice strong, if touched by her own tears. “If you hadn’t come for us, Kaylen and I would likely be in front of Devlin Anwir” - she said the name like she was spitting it - “this very moment.” Cassia’s head snapped to look at the woman, causing her to wince slightly. “Anwir?” She breathed. The woman nodded, solemn. “Kaylen and I -” she indicated the curly redhead beside her, “are both Lycans.”

Lucian’s voice cut through the stillness. “Let this summit bear witness,” he said, his tone carrying across every corner of the hall. Aurelia felt it again his hand brushing hers, not gripping, not forcing. Choosing. Standing with her. The balance of power had shifted and everyone knew it. The silence breaks. The tension snaps and before anyone can challenge it Lucian steps forward. His voice echoes through the summit, cold and absolute: “Aurelia Nightbane…” A pause. The entire world holding its breath. “…will stand as Queen Candidate of the Lycan throne.”

“You should see how your son trembled underneath my lash, begging for my mercy!” Even the elders behind her couldn’t stand her foolishness and gasped, “Don’t provoke him any longer, your highness, it is too dangerous…” “What is dangerous? The world belongs to us werewolves. The Lycans are our subjects!” Ellington even left her group and stepped up to the Lycans. She pointed a finger at Westin and snapped: “You should be ashamed, Lycan. Your Queen is a slut! Our King abandoned her. That’s why she married you. And she is still trying to seduce our King. What a cunt—”

"My mate, Camille Dumont, is, as of this moment, the Queen of the Lycans. So let me ask you this question: Do the Lycans abandon one of their own?" The Deltas straightened, their expressions resolute. "Never," they said in unison. "We will follow you, Your Majesty, and ensure the safe return of our queen." I nodded, gratitude and determination swelling within me. "Prepare yourselves. We leave immediately."

"That's my son's mate and my daughter. I'm well pleased with her. She will become your queen and lead you as I do, she announces. "I, Mia Blake Jones, hereby declare Anne Hill as the queen of the Lycans. I was shocked. I looked at my mate's faces. They were shocked as well. I slowly look at the Lycan king's face. It has nothing to write home about. He looks so surprised and angry. The queen gently took my hand and led me to the front. She removes her crown and places it on my head. "From today, she shall be your queen. You must protect her from evil beings. Loved and sworn your loyalty to your queen," she declares openly.

After I said that, I faced my table and sat on the swivel chair. "You don't have a meeting schedule with her. "Matilde, who pays you?" She stopped and bowed. "I'm sorry, Rock. I was just worried about you." I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything is under control." "But what other lycans tell you, you don't control. They have minds of their own, Rock." "Matilde, they can't do anything. I am the Lycan King of the Redwood here in Luciana. If they don't agree to what I want, it's best to kick them out of here. You know what I mean."

I smiled, cold and royal and nothing like the girl he rejected. “War begins at dawn,” I mouthed back. Because it does. For Elias. For my crown. For the five years I spent learning that ‘wolfless’ doesn’t mean ‘powerless.’ It means ‘Lycan.’ And the Lycan Queen has returned.