The Lycan’s Queen Novels & Stories

"I am the Lycan's mate. I am the High Queen of this realm, and I have every right to stand in this palace." Mother’s face turned a violent, blotchy red, her veins bulging along her neck. "How dare you!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with hysterical rage. "I am your mother! How dare you talk to me with such insolence after everything I did for you? After I raised you in my house! You ungrateful, wretched, useless girl!" "I am staying," I repeated smoothly, meeting her wild, venomous glare without flinching. "And no one in this realm can tell me to leave. Only the Lycan King—my mate—can tell me to go. And he never will."

“What the fuck is your problem?” The old man’s expression shifted. He looked down for a moment before slowly lifting his eyes back to mine. “My Queen…” I folded my arms across my chest. “No. You don’t get to ‘my Queen’ me right now.” A few of the Fae lowered their eyes. Good. Because I wasn’t finished. “You keep saying I’m your Queen as though I don’t belong anywhere else.” I gestured toward the territory behind me. “This is the Lycan King. I am mated to him. I am the Lycan Queen.” I swept my hand across the grounds. “This is mine.” I pointed toward the men standing behind us. “These people are mine.” My eyes returned to the Fae. “I am their Queen.”

I stared at the spot where the King and Queen of the Lycans had disappeared into the trees, their cloaked figures melting into dappled shadows like characters from some strange fairy tale. My fingers were still tangled with Christian's, our picnic half-forgotten around us, and a laugh bubbled up from my chest - sudden, uncontrolled, slightly hysterical. The Queen of the Lycans had just invited me for tea while wrapped in nothing but a cloak, her hair wild from running in wolf form. If my mother could see me now, she'd either faint dead away or disown me on the spot. Possibly both.

"True Luna queen blood lines can not be cursed for long, Curses will weaken and the moongoddess ensures our bloodline is continued. We are strong and powerful, Though the part of the curse that blocked me from my lycan tried it did not fully succeed." "She was rendered weak barely awake, she kept your father and I alive until this day would come. As a natural born powerful Royal supernatural being our lycan's are stronger. where weaker lycans had they been cursed like us they would have died. Due to the strength of our lycans they were put to sleep” she explained. "Our lycans were put to sleep, Each time mine fought to wake up she would wake her mate giving us just enough strength not to die

She has no idea on what the runic symbols stand for. “The Lycan king is looking for you.” – the soldier said in a thunderous voice “I’ll be there in an instant.” “Thank you, my queen.” Queen? She’s a queen? None of the memory got back to her system. Her eyes remained close and she listened to the voices in her head more.

I let out a sigh before slipping on the gown I had been handed, so be it. I smiled faintly when I saw my reflection in the human-length mirror. I was what anyone would call perfect and although I was tempted not to say a word, I couldn't help it. " Being the Lycan Queen wouldn't be so bad you know" I looked through the mirror, staring at my mother who had a blissful look on her face. " Here" she slipped on the veil on my face before standing up. " How will I be able to walk when my face is covered?" I asked as I was being led out of the room, her hands were placed on mine gently

"Are you sure about this? Do you truly want to leave with me and become my mate?" "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with determination. "Yes, I want to be with you, Aiden. I want to leave this place behind and start anew by your side." "Then it's settled," I stated, my tone leaving no room for argument. "You will come with me, and you will be my mother." Mason’s face showed all his anger and pain. Seeing that, I spoke. "Mason," I said, locking eyes with him, "you may be an Alpha, but I am a Lycan King. And when it comes to things that I want, there's nothing that can stand in my way."

The Alpha and Luna of Grey Moon had been thrown together in a union to preserve their species by their parents before they passed away. As the party had dispersed, a figure waited in the shadows. He smirks upon hearing that a baby girl had been born of both a Kolana wolf and a Mattra wolf. He had in his mind to kidnap the baby and kill the parents, the whole pack if necessary. He knew this baby would be special and could bring him more power than ever imaginable. He would become the most feared Lycan king in the world with this hybrid by his side. He would take her as his Queen when she became of age and together, they would rule the world. He knew he would have to act fast because once

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

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.