Novel & Cerita The Lycan's Queen Aarya

It was Possession.The air around him became colder "Mine". The word slammed violently into Ariana's chest though nobody had spoken. Her breathing stopped Impossible , Mates were blessed by the Moon Goddess then Why would the ruthless Lycan King ever be connected to someone like her? Kael stepped closer ,One step, Then another Until he stood directly before her. Everyone watched silently , Terrified. Kael reached out suddenly, gripping Ariana's chin gently but firmly. His thumb brushed softly against her skin, yet the action felt more dangerous than violence.

"But we have a problem. Marcus can't carry Kael through high-pressure water tunnels, and we’re short on weapons. Your daggers are still on the cathedral floor, Queenie." Natalia closed her eyes, reaching deep into the center of her core. The ancient lineage of the Lycan Queen wasn't just a title; it was a physical weight, a reservoir of ancestral energy passed down through centuries of warriors. She felt the internal lock break, the silver light erupting from her skin with such intensity that the slate tiles beneath her boots began to frost over. When she opened her eyes, they were solid silver, devoid of pupils.

“You don’t know what you’re capable of, Arya. But you will find out soon.” I try to be enthusiastic about that, but I only feel bad for them. They really have no clue. “You’re mistaken. I don’t have capabilities.” “Oh, dearest,” Queen Helena whispers, touching my face again. “You are not a weak werewolf. You see, we Lycans have different abilities. I can tell that your Lycan is just there, dormant.” I frown. “So it would come out soon?” She nods and smiles. “Yes. I promise you, sooner or later, you will feel its power inside you. All you have to do is be ready.”

“Are you sure you want to use this transformation serum?” Edna grabbed Allure’s wrist, stopping her from drinking the contents of the vial. “I mean, Prince Regan has never met Lily. So, it’s impossible that he would recognise her. Even if he does, that Lycan Prince won’t mind the swap. After all, being married to the legitimate daughter of Alpha Rhysand is more profitable than marrying the daughter of a maid. Why go to such lengths just for the sake of a political marriage?”

​"Malphas is leaving. Escort them out. The treaty is signed and bound by blood." "Gladly," I mutter, standing up to my full height, letting my massive frame cast a shadow over the room. Cillian pushes off the pool table, sharply straightening the lapels of his designer jacket. "A pleasure as always, Prince," he sneers softly. "Enjoy your victory. And your human. I hope she's worth the price of admission." Little does he know she is no mere human, she is the Lycan Queen of Legend, one day she will lead us all.

"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.

I nodded while squinting at the cowering body on the bed. Lily yelled, “Get back you, witch!” as she pointed to Aarya, struggling in the confines of her restraint. Three growls rang in the room as Lily disrespected our Luna. Lily cowered again, sobbing heavily. She looked like she had seen a ghost, or I can say some werewolves. Aarya rolled her eyes. I have never seen my kind and gentle mate being so emotionless and aloof. The creaking of Aarya’s sneakers was the only sound in the room as she moved toward Lily.

She thought about the past, a long-lost history among her people. “But I never shift into a Lycan. I am not one. So why do you say my Lycan blood is strong or that I am going to shift into my Lycan form? I don’t understand.” Ariana felt confused. The information Atalante shared with her felt unbelievable. They seemed to be fairy tales. She had never heard of the country of Lycans. Queen of Lycans ruling above them and she belonged to them? Couldn’t be the truth.

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.

His voice cracked slightly at the end. Olinda folded her arms, the movement small but fierce. “Because the Lycan queen power is different. The aura she gives off—if Vincent is right about the Laida reincarnation—it’s not ordinary.” Her eyes narrowed. “It resonates at a frequency only a Lycan of that old line can feel. She’s the lock to a door most of us are too frightened to even think about opening.” She let out a quiet, steadying breath. “And that is precisely why everyone wants him dead. Because if he succeeds—if the Lycan king crowns himself with a mate like that—he would be unstoppable.”