The Lycans Queen Chapter 9 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.

I touched my neck—the scent-masker was hot, vibrating against my skin. I was winning. I was breaking him. But as I looked at my children sleeping peacefully, I realized the terrifying truth: Silas wasn't just losing his company. He was losing his life. And the only thing that could save the Lycan King was the very woman he had cast out to die. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. I had come for revenge, but I hadn't realized that watching him die would feel like dying all over again.

She asked, "Playing?" "No, we haven't been playing," I said to her, "for some reason, I don't think she's ready for marriage. I don't even think she's ready to be claimed by me." "You're a Lycan now, right?" She asked me. "Yes, my queen." "And the Alpha of the Maelstrom kingdom as well, right?" "That's correct, my queen." "Then why is it difficult for you to make a move at a lady whom you've spent a good time of your life getting close with?" She asked.

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.

“I'm here to see your Alpha!!” They laughed, their voices bearing evidence of their mockery and sarcasm. “What makes h think you can stand here and speak that way?” One of them laughed, the others joining in as well. My anger aroused, leaving my veins standing taut. “Do you realize who you're speaking to? I am the Lycan queen, and I can have your heads on a spike if you're not careful.” They shivered, fear running down their spine. They cowered, gathering quickly. “We're sorry ma'am. Please pardon our insolence.”

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.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

His wolf form was massive, fangs bared, claws aimed at Logan’s throat. "Logan! Watch out!" I shouted. But Logan was faster. He easily dodged Blake's attack. I watched in awe as Logan transformed into a half-man, half-wolf form. So, this was the power of a Lycan! I couldn't help but stare. Their fight nearly destroyed the entire hospital room. Nurses rushed in, but none dared approach them. Ava cried louder in my arms, cutting through the chaos. "Stop it! Please!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "I don’t want this—please, stop fighting!"

But even as I spoke the words, a small, nagging voice whispered in the back of my mind. What if she had finally escaped for good? I shook my head, refusing to entertain the thought. Lyra has no freedom of her own, and I would bring her back. No matter the cost. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I barked. Beta Markus entered. “Alpha,” he began, “I have an urgent message from the Lycan King.” “What does he want?” I asked as I straightened in my chair. “He’s requested an audience with you,” he said.

The moon was even more bright in the sky, and the howl was transformed into the chorus of howls of lycans all over the wood, all calling to the Moon Goddess. I felt my body begin to shift, my senses becoming keener, and my strength and agility were improving. I screamed with the rest, and I could feel the strength of the goddess flowing in my blood. The rogue lycans could not stand before me now, and I was prepared to fight a battle with fresh energies and power. I was just about ready to charge forward when a dark individual came out of the trees. Tobias Richfield was the strong and dreadful king of the lycans in his lycan form, and a pack of his most reliable subordinates accompanied him.