Novel & Cerita The Lycan Queen By Foxtail

"Not all of them. Lucien... I won't lose him." Her laughter was like sharp knife. "Don't worry. He will join you in the afterlife first. I plan on killing him the moment I have the strength. He is a Lycan, after all. Their blood is ancient, stronger than any typical wolf. He’s a trophy I’ve been waiting to claim." "No!" I shouted, the white space around us beginning to vibrate with my anger. "I won't let you."

Larisa looks at her daughter, "Yes perfect." Wisdom nods to her mother and turns to look at Joaquin the Lycan King, his pack, and the vampire on her left. Then she looks at King Hunter and Queen Michaela in front of her with the shifters already in wolf form. Queen Taylor and King Alpha Duncan are on the right of her, with witches, warlocks, and good fairies behind them. Standing behind the witches is Lady Cain trying to stay out of Taylor and Duncan's sight. She's still planning to join forces with Lucius. Lady Cain hasn't figured out why all of a sudden she was able to use her powers to leave her house.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

"Will be disposed of." The room fell silent at that. I swallowed hard. "He'll choose all of us," one of the other girls said finally, defiant. "Why send so many of us otherwise?" The blonde girl looked away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. This is the Lycan King we're talking about. He's a beast, an animal. He only wants what he can use, and he doesn't want to use any of us for long." I shivered, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold.

She asked, "Playing?" "No, we haven't been playing," I said to her, "for some reason, I don't think she's ready for marriage. I don't even think she's ready to be claimed by me." "You're a Lycan now, right?" She asked me. "Yes, my queen." "And the Alpha of the Maelstrom kingdom as well, right?" "That's correct, my queen." "Then why is it difficult for you to make a move at a lady whom you've spent a good time of your life getting close with?" She asked.

The air itself screamed. Korran’s eyes widened in raw terror for the first time. His stolen multicolored aura flared desperately as he tried to absorb her attack, but this was no longer the fragmented power of the stones. This was Callie... fully awakened, the Prophecy of the Lycan Queen unleashed. “You took everything from me!” she roared, her voice layered with Ember’s ancient growl. She thrust both hands forward. The explosion was biblical. A sphere of white fire engulfed Korran completely. For three heart-stopping seconds, the entire forest lit up like daylight. Trees within two hundred meters vaporized. The energy dome shattered like glass. Shadow creatures pouring from the rift screech

He looks like war and temptation decided to make a child together. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold. Goddess, his sharp eyes are violet, burning with authority. There’s only one bloodline in existence with that color. The Royal Lycans. Nikola’s voice trembles inside me. “Mate.” For the first time in the past four years I've been a rogue, I don’t know what the hell to say. The word knocks the air from my lungs. For the first time in four years of running, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

“Majesty, she disgraced us. A Lycan beaten by a werewolf? It’s unheard of. The court will never recover!” From behind the curtain, I mouthed, Cry harder. Erynos, bless his scholarly old soul, sighed. “Lord Carrow, you lost more dignity whining than she cost you fighting.” Varyn actually snorted. Oh, this was going to be good. Carrow puffed up like a toad in a bad wig. “She’s dangerous! A symbol! The wolves already whisper about her — the one who defeated a Lycan with mortal hands. They call her—” He swallowed. “The Rogue Queen.”

All around her, warriors fought - wolves, men, creatures she couldn’t name. And in the center of it all stood a woman. Not just any woman. Nicola’s breath caught. The woman had her face. No. Not quite. The same high cheekbones. The same dark hair. But the eyes… the eyes were older, filled with something both terrifying and unbreakable. The First Lycan Queen. Nicola felt herself being pulled toward the vision, as if stepping into a memory that was not her own. The Queen was covered in blood, her body battered, but she stood tall. In her hand was a dagger, its blade dripping red as she faced an opponent cloaked in shadows.

It was such a pleasant change that Alpha Derrick didn’t oppose my son’s presence, he even spoke casually. “The Blood Moon Pack’s next Alpha should be aware that his mother is the Lycan Queen. Sharing a mother with the next lycan King is the height of good luck.” Aunt Flora smiled softly, hearing her husband’s direct demand of an heir. She asked me a question to divert everyone’s attention. “What’s the color of your lycan’s fur, Shyla?” Maddox’s hand froze in the air as he glared at her while serving me breakfast, he spoke rudely.