The Lycan’s Queen Novels & Stories

she said, turning to us, “I believe that the queen is a special kind of Lycan.” “What do you mean?” Eros was quick to ask. “According to history, every true Lycan is blessed with a special gift from the moon goddess,” she explained. “And from what I witnessed that day, as well as my investigations, I have cause to believe that the queen is a siphon Lycan.” I blinked, confused. “What is that?” “A Lycan who has the ability to tap into various abilities and use them in their most powerful form.” “A siphon requires an object to wield such power,” Lucius stated, question in his voice.

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.

And why is she important for me to know? Whoever that person is, I really should meet her later, but for now, I will take care of punishing Tiffany and Morgan. It won't be easy, I'm certain of that. Morgan was the previous Lycan Queen, surely she still has supporters with her and Tiffany is… well, that thing too.

I see her eyes change as she says that, and I open my mouth to ask if she’s okay, but I stop mid-sentence when the door opens and everyone gets to their feet, hush falling over the room. My head snaps to the entrance as I do the same, and there she is, standing tall and regal, the first queen of Lycaon. I feel my heartbeat change as I stare in awe at the woman who became the first human queen to rule powerful Lycans. I watch as she moves through the crowd after telling everyone to sit, and I feel my chest swell in admiration.

He cast an annoyed glance at Carina. “And since when are you the judge of that, Lucas? Didn't I tell you to be my eyes and ears while I recuperate? Is what Carina saying true or not?” He pressed his eyes together painfully; his shoulders sagged like a wilting plant. “Yes. Carina's right. Ashley is now the new Lycan Queen, married and mated to the Lycan King Zane Leventis.” My left eye twitched. “Get out, Carina.”

He grabbed it before biting her wrist and started drinking her blood. I could sense that the girl was in pain but, as a perfect slave, she remained quiet and still. I felt a tinge of sympathy but then again, Max needed to drink blood to survive so it was fine. The conversation with Nik helped put things into perspective. "Also, Avalyn killed Vasilik. She is the Queen of Mozog now," Nik said conversationally. "Killed the centuries old fucker? I'd love to hear what happened." Max looked at me.

"Show yourself or I swear to God I will find a way to make you regret it." "You cannot even see your own hands, Betty. How do you expect to threaten me?" "Who is that?" I demand, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Are you my subconscious playing tricks on me because Tola left?" "She did not leave you because you are weak," the voice purrs, shifting closer until it feels like ice against my ear. "And my name is Diane." "Like the Moon Goddess?" I scoff, trying to turn toward the sound, but my limbs feel heavy, like they are trapped in concrete. "Right. And I am the Queen of the Lycans."

“Is that even possible? Can Vincent dethrone the Lycan King?” Maltida gave a small, almost pitying laugh. “No one can dethrone the Lycan King,” she said, her voice low, almost reverent. “Only Queen Laida.” Marcus stared at her, trying to read the layers in her tone. “Is Agatha really Queen Laida?” he asked quietly, his throat tightening on the words.

"But... what are you?" The question struck harder than I expected. I had no answer. The next day, Celeste summoned an elder from a distant pack, a gnarled old man with milky eyes and a voice like rustling leaves. His name was Elder Brann. He studied me for what felt like hours, his cloudy gaze never wavering. "It is as I feared," he said finally. "The prophecy speaks true." "What prophecy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "The rise of the Lycan Queen," he replied. "A she-wolf born of royal blood, able to command the wild and tame the warring tribes. She will unite the supernatural under one rule, or see it all fall into ruin."

I said, not quite understanding where she was headed to. “Lycans hate witches,” she clarified. “There hasn’t been a single witch in the Lycan kingdom. They’re persecuted and killed there. Here, they’re respected. But there…” I nodded although I was still in shock. Hearing this wasn’t easy for me, especially since I was considering that I might be the Lycan Queen. How would I be the Lycan Queen if witches weren’t allowed in that kingdom? Clearly, the Queen wouldn’t be a witch. My hopes all shattered, and I looked away so she wouldn’t see the pain in my eyes.