The lycan king's hybrid queen Novels & Stories

she said firmly. The old lady ignored Brinsle at first. “Lucinda’s orders,” Brinsle said. “No one is to touch him before he’s branded. And even then, he’ll be given to the virgins first.” The woman stopped at that. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “The virgins?” she said, her voice sad. “Yes,” Brinsle replied. “He’s the Lycan King. His seed is powerful. We can’t waste it on old, dried up wombs.”

Beside her, Adrian's presence offered her comfort and strength. His hand gently squeezed hers, his eyes filled with adoration as he looked at her. "Are you ready, my love?" he asked softly, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions. Alessia turned to him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Adrian. I'm ready," she replied, her voice filled with determination. She took a deep breath, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. Today marked a new beginning for both of them, as they were about to officially become the lycan king and queen.

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

"Why are they so against this? Some of them are just wolves as well, so why won't they allow me to be their Queen?" Carolina shook her head slowly. "That's the thing, Hailey. Lycans are special so they believe they are the only ones allowed to be their King and Queen. Anything else is a disgrace to the kingdom they believe in. They don't think normal wolves are strong enough to rule. It's an old ancient belief that hasn't been abolished and if you and Hunter never fix this, it might go on for another hundred years." Oh my god. This was so awful. Just then, the door was kicked down and both Carolina and I squealed in shock, but recovered when we saw that it was just Hunter.

However, the rest of the werewolf world happened to be against them, seeing them as a threat that should be eliminated, especially the Lycan king who thought that no one could defeat him. The haunting of the silver wolves began. Due to that, they sought to increase their population, thereby mating with other clans in secret. But when it came to the reign of your father, he realized that he and his sister were the last pure-blooded silver wolves. In a bid to keep to the will of his ancestors, he went about killing the crossbred silver wolves. However, one day, he returned only to meet his sister's lifeless body. Now, he had no other option than to let the crossbreeds live. However, he had wip

his eyebrows rose as he looked keenly into my eyes. “Hear what?” I raised my shoulders, staring back into his burning silver eyes. “The Lycan King is going to crown his Queen, tomorrow. Is the person you? Are you going to be the nation Queen?” his eyes sparkled, and the corner of his lip curved in a charming smile as he waited for my reply. I shook my head and looked away from him. “I don't know who the Queen is going to be. I didn't hear anything about the news either.” I grumbled and he puffed out air.

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.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

“It takes real talent to steal a man and still look like a consolation prize. At least I dodged the STD you probably share.” Genevieve’s eyes narrowed, but before she could retort, the room quieted. The Lycans had arrived. Heads lowered in respect. Even I, embittered as I was, dipped mine. Lycans were more powerful than werewolves in every way. The King and Queen entered first, cloaked in deep purple and black. Then came their son, Justin, the heir to the throne, expected to take over by year's end. His name alone sent whispers through every pack. Most women dreamed of being his queen. For a time, he had been a reckless devil, but he had recently gotten engaged to a royal beauty.

I looked away instantly, jaw tightening. “Yes! Liora is the queen of the lycans.” They all stared at me for a long beat, shock carved into their faces. Then Damon stepped forward and bowed, everyone around us following his pursuit. He said, his voice steady and reverent now. “Congratulations, My Lord! Heaven has blessed the lycan race. This is indeed an honor even the councilmen dream of.” He rose, the old mischief replaced by something soft now. “Mates are rare among lycans. It’s an auspicious occasion that our king has found his fated queen.”