The Lycans Queen Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

The wound left by the stab had already healed, leaving behind only a small scar. “You want to mess with my mind? Play with me, huh?” She continued grumbling as she changed into more comfortable clothes. “Great! This lady will show you what it takes to play a real game. She will beat you so hard that you won’t be able to show your face in the entire Lycan Kingdom.”

My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out the whispers that tried to creep into my thoughts. I was so lost in my own anxiety when Ronan suddenly paused, his head tilted slightly as though he were receiving a mind link. His gaze flickered toward me. “I’ll have to leave you for a moment,” he said briefly. “The maid will escort you the rest of the way.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and left, his presence fading back down the hallway. The maid, who had been quietly trailing behind, stepped forward, her eyes soft but unreadable. She nodded, motioning for me to follow. My mind was too consumed by the impending meeting with The Lycan King to pay attention to much else.

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.

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.”

Their senses were additionally heightened but no one can genuinely measure exactly how much more they are heightened. I continued reading about their physical features, scanning through the similar and obvious things until I noticed that the book claimed that lycans can walk on two legs OR four. They could partially shift and remain a truly shared body; a blend of the human and beast in perfect harmony. The next section I got to was titled, ‘Bloodlines’. Just as I was about to begin reading the section, I paused and closed the book. I could sense my Beta nearing the library. He finally had a report for me.

I ask once I notice her frown. "I'm sad," She sighs, "Anaiah doesn't want to be my friend and was only using me to get this location, can you imagine?" She pouts, fixing her dress and sitting on the bed. Anaiah is the Queen of Lycans and is popular in the supernatural realm because of her story, her and her kind work, plus she's the first werewolf Queen. She is usually a topic of interest in the papers and gatherings. "Of course, she wants to find you guys. All you do is attack her people," I tell her sharply, and she squints her eyes,

She was about to ask again when a deafening blast broke the silence around them. "The Royal Mansion," Michael uttered. Disbelief in his eyes. "This was a fucking diversion!" Within a few seconds, she was back on her dragon with the lycans running like the wind below them. A foreboding in the pit of her stomach. Please, moon goddess. Let them be safe. ________________ Anna May The Lycan Queen -Alexie, watch your back! Her sister-in-law dodged the attack of the ugly green grotesque animal in time, swerving her body, she bit the creature on its neck and shook her head ferociously. The fucker went limp and stopped moving.

** We were dragged out to the open grounds, bound in heavy silver chains and manacles. I have never been squeezed so tightly in my life. I wasn’t breathing properly. It was nighttime now. The sky had grown very dark but the Lycans lit up the gloom with numerous campfires. Huge campfires. They had done the unimaginable. They had caught the Alpha Queen— their greatest rival. This was no night for slumbering or a night for plotting or war scheming. To them, this was the greatest of all nights. And to me, it was the worst.

Chapter 98 Theoreon’s POV The border winds howled like angry spirits across the frozen ridges, carrying the sharp scent of pine and distant blood. I stood at the forefront of my warriors, my massive frame rigid as I stared down the ragged band of rogues attempting to breach our northern territory. These filth had grown bolder in recent weeks, testing the strength of the Lycan King’s borders while I was distracted by chaos within my own palace. My wolf paced with lethal impatience beneath my skin, eager to spill blood and vent the frustration that had been building since the night of the assassination attempt on Bella.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.