The Lycan Queen Book 2 Novels & Stories

With a violent, twisting jerk of her neck, she snapped his neck, throwing his lifeless, massive frame into the snow bank. The remaining three guards broke formation, their ears flattening against their skulls as they recognized the golden, unblinking glare of a Lycan Queen who had completely shed her human restraint. They didn't retreat toward the camp; they scrambled sideways into the thick pine timber, leaving the sled line completely exposed.

She stumbled back, visions crashing into her mind—trees twisted into thrones, a woman with fire in her hair and fangs for teeth, a war fought under twin moons, blood-soaked snow… Kael caught her before she hit the ground. “Ayla!” “I—I saw her,” Ayla gasped, clutching his arm. “The queen. She wants me to—” The air cracked. A branch shattered above them as something massive dropped from the trees—black claws, white fur, snarling fangs. A Snowborn Lycan. Kael roared, slamming into it before it could reach Ayla, steel flashing. The two beasts tumbled into the snow, a mess of growls and blood.

His voice dropped into a vow that made her blood sing. “…it will have to come through me.” Lyra’s chest ached. She didn’t know what she was becoming. She didn’t know what waited beyond those doors. But she knew this. The Moon had begun its claim. And the Lycan King… whether he wanted it or not… was already hers as much as she was his. The bond tightened. The night held its breath. And fate… finally started to move.

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.

“The price is high, but it is nothing compared to the cost of losing you, or losing our world to his hunger. I am willing to pay any cost to protect you. My blood, my soul, my future — it’s all yours anyway. If I have to bind myself to this seal to keep you safe, then I will do it with a smile on my face.” I looked past the ruined walls of the palace, down at the valley where the campfires of my parents’ army flickered like tiny, brave stars against the encroaching black cloud. I thought of the innocent souls in the south, the families, the children like Luna, who had no defense against a god of shadows. My choice was already made. I was the Lycan Queen, and a queen did not choose her own co

She lay down on the bed, turned her back to him, and pulled the blanket over her shoulder. My father stood there for a long moment. Then he left. The lock turned. Liora stared at the wall. And something in her eyes hardened into stone. ______________________ The memory shifted to the day everything ended. The Lycan Queen had returned. Her carriage rolled through the gates, black and gold, flanked by guards in silver armor. The pack gathered in the courtyard, bowing, scraping, afraid. She claimed she was just stopping by. She didn't need to be entertained.

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.

Their senses were additionally heightened but no one can genuinely measure exactly how much more they are heightened. I continued reading about their physical features, scanning through the similar and obvious things until I noticed that the book claimed that lycans can walk on two legs OR four. They could partially shift and remain a truly shared body; a blend of the human and beast in perfect harmony. The next section I got to was titled, ‘Bloodlines’. Just as I was about to begin reading the section, I paused and closed the book. I could sense my Beta nearing the library. He finally had a report for me.

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.”

Josie POV Luna Queen Victoria Devanci Osborn. Her name was carved into the stone above the entrance. I traced the words with my eyes, feeling the weight of them. A queen loved by thousands. A woman I had never met. A woman everyone expected me to follow, Ronan's mother, the one he lost to humans. I was at the grand reopening ceremony of the I'll White Moon Haven Warriors Center. The lycan king was away, and the pack matriarch couldn't make it, so I was sent in their stead.