The Lycans Queen By Laila Novels & Stories

and “you saved us.” “Cassia,” began the woman who had first spotted her in the room, her voice strong, if touched by her own tears. “If you hadn’t come for us, Kaylen and I would likely be in front of Devlin Anwir” - she said the name like she was spitting it - “this very moment.” Cassia’s head snapped to look at the woman, causing her to wince slightly. “Anwir?” She breathed. The woman nodded, solemn. “Kaylen and I -” she indicated the curly redhead beside her, “are both Lycans.”

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.

The last thing I wanted was to attract anyone’s attention. The crowd seemed to shift, parting ever so slightly as a woman approached with slow, measured steps. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, each movement deliberate, exuding confidence. She was tall, stunning, with sharp features and piercing eyes that roamed over the gathered women like a Queen surveying her court. “Oh, that’s Isabella,” a girl whispered near me, her voice trembling with awe. “She’s the Lycan King’s favorite.” “She’s practically royalty,” another girl murmured. “No one crosses her and gets away with it.”

I smiled, cold and royal and nothing like the girl he rejected. “War begins at dawn,” I mouthed back. Because it does. For Elias. For my crown. For the five years I spent learning that ‘wolfless’ doesn’t mean ‘powerless.’ It means ‘Lycan.’ And the Lycan Queen has returned.

“Because you wouldn't be cooped up in this place if you knew. I know you well enough to make that deduction.” “Out with it then. And it better not be a waste of time, or you may not leave here with that tongue of yours, Carina. Remember that I've spared you for far too long. I will not accept disrespect.” “There's a new Lycan Queen. And it's someone who you know very, very well.”

“The late Lycan is dead. We’re closer now than we’ve ever been. We must remain focused on our goal.” “We are.” The woman spoke again. “First public discrediting then we’ll weaken him and finally, he can go join his father in hell.” Hunt. I almost gasped aloud as my knees lost strength. These people were planning to kill Hunter. “And the Queen won’t be a problem?” The first voice asked again. “What trouble can a spoiled princess bring?” The woman chuckled. “Not to worry. If she and the Lycan seem to grow closer… “ Her voice broke. And for a minute, my heart jolted as I strained my ears to hear the rest of their plan.

Silver energy coated her attacks, making every strike devastating. Enemy after enemy fell before her. She moved through the battlefield like moonlight itself. Beautiful. Deadly. Unstoppable. The enemy began to break. Fear spread through their ranks. Whispers carried across the battlefield. "The True Queen." "The Moon Goddess's heir." "The Lycan King." For the first time, Corey's soldiers understood exactly who they were fighting. And the battle had only just begun. Aurora's POV

The air hummed with excitement and anticipation, as the celebration reached its crescendo, a testament to the resilience and unity of the Lycan people. Amidst the vibrant atmosphere, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan Queen, radiated grace and confidence. Her regal presence commanded attention, and her infectious smile lit up the room. She gracefully moved from one group to another, engaging in conversations with her guests. Her genuine interest in their stories and concerns endeared her to the Lycans, further strengthening their loyalty and support.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

She lay down on the bed, turned her back to him, and pulled the blanket over her shoulder. My father stood there for a long moment. Then he left. The lock turned. Liora stared at the wall. And something in her eyes hardened into stone. ______________________ The memory shifted to the day everything ended. The Lycan Queen had returned. Her carriage rolled through the gates, black and gold, flanked by guards in silver armor. The pack gathered in the courtyard, bowing, scraping, afraid. She claimed she was just stopping by. She didn't need to be entertained.