The Hunt For Lycan Queen Novels & Stories

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.

My curiosity suddenly piques and I am grabbing a nearby chair to sit before my sister. “Tell me everything.” I said. “Apparently, the whole thing was meant to be hush hush.” She wiggled her brows. “But the Lycan King didn’t want everyone knowing he was choosing a mate for himself so, he quietly sent out orders to all the Alphas to select the best and most eligible of maidens from their packs and have them show up at The Hunt!”

Her resolve had been keen and there was no way I could have changed her mind. I had left Kayla at the Palace to oversee things since she was basically still Queen, and now, I was marching through the forest with a good amount of warriors trailing behind me. The Hunt for the Lycan King had begun. The Lycan army’s numbers weren’t that heavy anymore but we had carried more than enough warriors on our side just to make sure we thrash them today— once and for 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.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

He says with a small chuckle . She just smiles coyly . “From what's been reported to me from the border they are all still on the packlands” He turns to his wife . “Eulalie my love are you sure you want to do this?” The Queen just smiles and nods “Ok your mother is going to look for this female to see if she can get anything out of her” My Lycan is now growling and it actually rumbles in my chest , everyone turns to look at me and I feel my cheeks heating up .

Another lunged for a cluster of villagers near the well, females and children too slow to have taken cover. Zane didn’t think. He moved. We hit the Rogue midair, teeth closing around its throat. The body fell limp at our paws, the fight gone from it instantly. And that’s when the villagers saw me. The storm light caught on my fur, golden streaked with shadows, massive and terrible. The power of the Lycan King pulsing around me. Recognition swept through the villagers. A few fell to their knees. Others just stared, mouths open, horror and awe tangled together.

The moonlight traced silver along Artemis's white fur as she bounded ahead of me through the trees, her paws barely disturbing the forest floor. My own Lycan form moved with less grace but more power, each stride covering twice the distance of a normal step. The night air carried her scent back to me—wild honey and mountain herbs, intoxicating in its newness. My mate. The thought still sparked disbelief beneath the certainty, a king who had finally found his queen in the most unexpected of places.

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.