The Lycan's Queen Aarya Novels & Stories

"Lyall comes from the LycroClaws pack, his father's pack, in Europe. You know Stella, my sister. I'm sure you know she married and lived with her husband and child in Europe. And life there was very difficult. It wasn't about material things, but about the struggle for power and the throne." "Throne? You mean, like a kingdom?" “Indeed. Lyall's pack was indeed different from most packs, and a power struggle ensued when Alastor, Lyall's paternal cousin, initiated a betrayal. The Lycan is a hereditary curse of the Lycaros family. It stopped for a while and no descendants inherited the Lycan for hundreds of years. Then it suddenly appeared in Lyall's grandfather, Alexius. The throne should have

If Julian was to choose a different Alpha female as his queen, it would not bode well with Blacksword and their allies. “He is the Lycan King,” Lyra said. “He can do whatever he likes.” “Just give him a chance,” Rae said. She was not a fan of the negative thoughts in Lyra's head and kept insisting Lyra was being over suspicious for nothing. “You are easy,” Lyra told her. “A few sweet words and you are a sucker.” Rae snickered. “I was not the one clinging to him last night and calling him mine.” “Shut up,” Lyra grumbled.

Especially Lycan Queen whose life was shaped by the only thing she could control, the father she chose for her children and her power as Lycan Queen. Whilst Serenity had been settled in one of the room of the servants' quarter, Lycan Queen sat in her private chamber, " How is she?" She asked Lunaria who was summoned, her voice cold and full of authority, " She is just another person with her head straight, Mother Queen. I don't think she is a risk for us" Lunaria sat on the chair, looking exhausted but fine. Next to her, seated was the fourth child, the young daughter, Lumina Blackthorne, the archimage of the Lycan Kingdom. Her eyes were like burning flame as she poured wine in her sister's

Fallon tried to smile even though she was heartbroken. "Alarick Rawling is the Lycan King in the Kingdom of Mirror. I never met him. Bessie Raff is the Lycan Queen and a famous witch in the Kingdom of Mirror. The two led the entire country and small kingdoms around its territory. They are your parents." "This sounds like a children's fairy tale. Mom, are you making this whole story up on purpose? You are gifted to be a novelist." Jonea tried to laugh because she felt the notebook she held was surreal.

There was something about her that didn't sit right with me and I don't even know who she is yet. “I don't know what you are saying, but I'm Ava, the Lycan's wife,” I looked at her with confusion. Didn't the Lycan already have a wife, “He has more than one wife,” I nodded my head in understanding. How did she know what I was thinking? “I know my husband is keeping you here against your will, do you want me to tell you how to leave here?” I nodded my head desperately. Queen Ava brought her lips closer to my ear, “You should throw a tantrum, you should threaten to kill yourself and the Lycan will have no other choice but to bring your husband,” She whispered.

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.

The movement cracking through the noise as every voice died. My gaze locked on Frederick until the old man’s smug smile faltered. “You dare,” I spoke, soft and lethal. “Ask me to arrest your queen?” The wolf in my chest was no longer growling. He was howling for blood. Federick’s frame trembled but his jaw was set as he stuttered. “I-It’s for the g-good of the empire Lycan.” Then bowing deeper this time. He chanted loudly again. “Lycan! Arrest the High Luna before she kills us all.”

Right in front of the man who brought it here to kill me. My Lycans saw it too—Aria, the silver flames, the impossible speed. And something changed in them. I heard it in their growls. Felt it in the earth. Even through the din of battle, they recognized what she was: Their future queen. And with that clarity, they fought like monsters unleashed. Behind me, the clash grew brutal. Fangs tore through flesh. Steel hit bone. My warriors moved in perfect formation, cutting down Darius’s pack like they had been waiting for this war the whole damn year.

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 battlefield stretched far beyond the hills, where dawn had once dared to shine. Now it was painted in the colors of fury and blood. The sky had darkened unnaturally, clouds swirling above as if summoned by rage itself. Screams and howls pierced the heavy air, but in the heart of it all stood Aurora and Aries—shoulder to shoulder, King and Queen, fate-forged and bound by more than just love. Together, they were unstoppable. Aries was a storm of motion, claws slicing through rogue wolves who dared charge at their queen. His Lycan form loomed tall, fur bristling and muscles coiled with power. His growls echoed across the battlefield, warning, commanding, protecting.