The Lycans Queen By Laila Novels & Stories

The woman was known as the Evil Queen. "Strip him naked, and kill everyone in the Nightshade pack!" Myrene's order made Logan's legs weak. Logan turned around to find all of his people roughly restrained. His eyes widened. He didn't care about the two Lycan soldiers, bent his arms behind his back, forcing him to kneel. "NOOOOO!!! Leave them!!! NO!" He immediately yelled out loudly as the Lycan soldiers swung their claws about to tear the herd apart. He struggled in a kneeling position.

The wolves had nothing else to do but discuss the matters of the kingdoms; it was not even in their place to judge or even try to offer a solution that would hold for the ones ruling, but it was the same in every culture. But in the tradition of the Lycans, since the beginning of time, it has been known that every once in a while. A Lycan Queen emerges and is called the one who will bring about the rebirth of nations. SELENA’S POV “No…” I ran, trying to get away from them, but it wasn't helping me in any way. I kept running while it felt like I was being held back and nothing was pulling me front. I stood there as I watched Luna Katherina, Anna, and Adriane come closer, looking at me with th

Elodia wrapped her arms tightly around Torren's neck, leaning into his kiss as a smug sense of victory washed over her. "Let her rot in the snow," Elodia whispered against his mouth, her voice filled with dark triumph. "You are the Alpha of the Blood-Fang pack now, and I am your Luna. We have everything we ever wanted." Torren grinned, tightening his grip on her waist, thoroughly convinced that Vaelira was currently starving, weeping, and broken somewhere in the frozen wilderness. Neither of them had any idea that thirty miles to the north, inside the grand white marble walls of the royal palace, the girl they mocked was currently wearing royal velvet, bearing the golden mark of the Lycan Ki

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With a violent, twisting jerk of her neck, she snapped his neck, throwing his lifeless, massive frame into the snow bank. The remaining three guards broke formation, their ears flattening against their skulls as they recognized the golden, unblinking glare of a Lycan Queen who had completely shed her human restraint. They didn't retreat toward the camp; they scrambled sideways into the thick pine timber, leaving the sled line completely exposed.

“You continue descending to earth despite repeated warnings.” Lealla stayed quiet. That silence answered enough. One of the women seated near the throne finally spoke. “This obsession with the mortal realm must end.” At that, emotion finally flickered through Lealla’s face. “He is not mortal.” “He is a lycan.” The disgust inside those words echoed sharply through the hall. Freya felt Lealla’s anger rise instantly. “He is more honorable than half this court.” Silence crashed down immediately after that. Even the stars above the hall seemed to dim.

Their lycanthropy differed from others, standing taller and ten times stronger, resembling humans more closely. I dreaded being sold as a slave there; rumors spoke of brutal consequences for even looking at the twin Lycan Kings. Many believed their lineage traced back to the Holy Mother of the Moon goddess. "Help! Please, I don't want to be sold!" I cried out, pounding my fists against the wall to no avail. The others in the room regarded me as if I were lost in a dream. Desperately, I pleaded for Alpha Klaus to give me another chance to prove my worth in bed, despite the laughter it provoked. I'd rather stay in this pack than face being sold off.

They have been growing more and more over the years, recruiting new members. I have been meaning to call a meeting of the council of Lycan kings, which I was their leader. The council is made up twelve Lycan kings, representing the twelve wolf kingdoms. But with my protection pearl going missing and bringing of Vee into my pack, I have been pretty much occupied. Now Vico is sending his men into my lands, I had to nip this shit in the bud soon or I might have another war with half breeds on my hand. “Maybe they know she is a half breed,” that had to be why they wanted her.

The resemblance was so uncanny she dropped the book onto the desk, her hands trembling. Only one thing differed—the woman’s eyes. They were not Evelyn’s hazel, but molten silver, burning like a predator under moonlight. She swallowed hard and bent over the page again. Beneath the portrait was a name written in bold script: Queen Selene of the First Bloodline. Her breath hitched as she read. Selene, the first Lycan Queen, chosen by the moon itself. Betrayed by her kin, bound by a curse that marked her descendants. Her blood runs in those who cannot be bitten, for they are chosen, not changed. They awaken when the moon calls them home.

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.