The Lycans Queen By Laila Novels & Stories

they howled. "See, we told you, you could do it," they said, mind-linking me. "You will be a great queen." The howling took a long time before it went silent. The Lycan queen stood up. "That's my sons' mate and my daughter. I'm well pleased with her. She will become your queen and lead you as I do," she announced. "I, Mia Blake Jones, hereby declare Anne Hill as the queen of the Lycans." I was shocked. I looked at my mates' faces. They were shocked as well. I slowly looked at the Lycan king's face.

Xavier and Xayden were looking directly into my eyes with wolfish grins on their faces. “Oh really, baby? We are waiting for that day and believe us, we will snatch everything from you and will make you beg like a f*cking s*xtoy but will not forgive you. You shouldn’t challenge Alpha Princes like this but now, you have to bear the consequences of your words. Be ready to face them,” Xayden said and I nodded with a smirk. “I am not an ordinary girl anymore. I am A Lycan Queen and will show it to you with my power, not just words. I will kill both of you and free this world,” I answered and he nodded.

All around her, warriors fought - wolves, men, creatures she couldn’t name. And in the center of it all stood a woman. Not just any woman. Nicola’s breath caught. The woman had her face. No. Not quite. The same high cheekbones. The same dark hair. But the eyes… the eyes were older, filled with something both terrifying and unbreakable. The First Lycan Queen. Nicola felt herself being pulled toward the vision, as if stepping into a memory that was not her own. The Queen was covered in blood, her body battered, but she stood tall. In her hand was a dagger, its blade dripping red as she faced an opponent cloaked in shadows.

Chapter 80: Fake Moon Goddess Selene's POV (Selina) "It is our honor to have you here, Goddess Selene. May you bless us always," King Azeri of the Vampire Kingdom said as he bowed. I nodded. "May the Moon shine upon your kingdom." His smile widened. "Thank you." Upon hearing that, I turned to Ofelia. She nodded and approached me. "I'm going to the Lycan Kingdom unannounced," I said seriously. She looked at me, puzzled.

She snarled, fighting it, but the power dragged her down, forcing her to her knees. Pain burned through her veins, hot and merciless. Not like a wound. Not like fire. Like something inside her was waking up. The queen watched her struggle. "You are the last Forsaken, Lyla." Her voice was softer now. Almost sad. "And that means you are the only one who can open the door." Lyla’s head snapped up, her silver eyes wide. "What door?" The shadows laughed. And the queen whispered "The one that should never be opened." And then

As soon as she left, I went closer to Cilia with burning questions for her. "Tell me who this Luna Queen is," I nudged her playfully. " A Luna Queen is more like the better half of a Lycan. She is the mate to our King. She is also human like you and he brought her here. She was made our Luna some days back," she said, smiling.

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

The man looked at Lydia who nodded before he sat down in the available space beside Lydia. “As our daughter, you are the princess of Zedia and you have the royal bloodline of the Lycans flowing through you. This also means that you cannot be easily killed and would always be identified by your scent,” “Lycans?” I had heard my father, John, and Jake talk about them sometime, but I have never liked to sit in conversations like that. “Are you like a different type of werewolf?” “No, we are superior to them.” Lydia said and her face had a look of disregard toward the werewolves.

Progress. I walked into the square without drawing. The Lycan on the chain squinted down his nose. “Foreign,” he said, as if the word tasted like dust. “Name your business or be gone.” “I am Kael,” I said, and let the title come like a hammer dropped from a quiet height. “King of the Lycans.” They laughed. The sound had the wobble of men who don’t want to look past the thing that keeps them safe. “Equal to none,” said the tallest. His armor showed the sigil of a sunburst clamped in a fist. “Especially not to dogs.”

Lucian’s voice cut through the stillness. “Let this summit bear witness,” he said, his tone carrying across every corner of the hall. Aurelia felt it again his hand brushing hers, not gripping, not forcing. Choosing. Standing with her. The balance of power had shifted and everyone knew it. The silence breaks. The tension snaps and before anyone can challenge it Lucian steps forward. His voice echoes through the summit, cold and absolute: “Aurelia Nightbane…” A pause. The entire world holding its breath. “…will stand as Queen Candidate of the Lycan throne.”