The Lycans Queen Chapter 9 Novels & Stories

When Kiyan and I were much younger and more naïve than we now were, my grandmother would sit us down in front of the fireplace every night and tell us a story. It never changed and always began with the same person- Lycaon. He was said to be the first of the lycans, cursed to shapeshift into a wolf by Zeus. The reason? He tried to serve the great and powerful Zeus human flesh. Furious with Lycaon’s trickery, Zeus cursed him. From there the lycan curse spread. Lycans would bite humans, cursing them to the same fate. Eventually, word had spread about these strange shape-shifting creatures. And so, a war broke out between the humans and lycans, both believing that the world had no place for the

Prince Harad's POV Again A loud, anguished howl ripples through the vast territory of the Lycan Kingdom. The magnificent Royal Lycan wolf stands tall on its powerful hind legs, with its head turned towards the full moon in the clear sky. Xan can hardly accept the loss of his beloved mate. As he bounces back onto all fours, he starts sniffing around before sprinting after Cissy's faint scent which leads us into the dense forest not far from The Palace.

He grabbed it before biting her wrist and started drinking her blood. I could sense that the girl was in pain but, as a perfect slave, she remained quiet and still. I felt a tinge of sympathy but then again, Max needed to drink blood to survive so it was fine. The conversation with Nik helped put things into perspective. "Also, Avalyn killed Vasilik. She is the Queen of Mozog now," Nik said conversationally. "Killed the centuries old fucker? I'd love to hear what happened." Max looked at me.

That I was just a ‘mere wolf’, a nobody compared to a Lycan. Carolina jabbed a finger on Hunter’s chest. “You are just too caught up in your own delusions that Suzy is the perfect Lycan Queen for you that you can’t accept somebody else had been made for you. The Moon Goddess gave you Hailey for a reason, Hunter.” Hunter was seething as his chest heaved up and down. There was silence for a few seconds before all of a sudden he turned to me and his gray eyes pierced deep into mine. My breath hitched.

Dayrian’s voice boomed while his warm, stomach-flipping touch held my hands upon getting to where I was, “you know better than trying to stop me. Don’t be too forward, or you’ll also taste my sword.” Her bitterness towards me vanished. She lowered her head, and her chest heaved as though a heavy stone was burdening it. Then, with a shaky stutter, she replied, “L-Lycan… I… I…” “Save it,” he said, pulling me to his chest. “This is inevitable.” Sharply, Lyra’s head lifted. Tears were now glistening in her eyes, her sorrow very bothersome. “But, Lycan… You…” “Enough. I need to speak to my queen. Do not disturb us or let anyone close.” Though very curious about the reason behind their vague conve

Chapter 11: The Queen’s Fury The kitchen was no longer a home. It was a slaughterhouse. I stood over the broken bodies of the Rogues. My white fur was stained with their blood. My chest heaved with the adrenaline of the kill. I was not Elara the accountant. I was not Elara the rejected mate. I was the White Lycan. I was a creature of legend and nightmare. King Thorne stood by the shattered back door. He held his black iron sword. But his hand was shaking.

She threw away her empty glass and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at the lycan king from a distance. Aphrodite told the pairer, "If she wants to be queen of the Lycans, she'll have to get used to this." Fowol's frown got even worse when she heard what she said, but she didn't say anything else. When she turned around, she saw the Lycan bringing the she-wolf into the tent. She heard an arrow shoot out of a bow next to her, which made her turn around and see Eros shoot an arrow at Lucian. This made the frown on her face even worse.

Slowly the light fades away leaving darkness in its wake. “Was that Ella?” Panic has filled Walter’s voice. “Her powers have finally manifested,” I whisper carefully checking my surroundings. “Nothing will stop the covens from coming for her now.” Standing outside the gates that surround Lycan City I fidget with the hem of my cloak as several large Lycans surround me. Straightening my shoulders and holding my head high, I speak clearly. “I am here to see my granddaughter, the Queen.” The circle of Lycans surrounding me begin to laugh loudly. “Our Queen is no witch,” one of the growls loudly making a large lump form in my throat.

Before anyone could blink twice, the darkness shrouding the country was eliminated, and unspoken peace befell the land. Aspen, who was still stuck on the floor because she could not overcome the continuous quake, watched with a soaring heart, as these lights healed the land. And as she watched, she finally found the courage to praise herself for hiding the seal when she did. If she had not done that, the Lycan Queen would have used it for something more devious and the little hope they all had for the salvation of their country would have been long lost. “You fucking retards!” The doors crumbled at the intensity in that deadly voice. “What have you fucking done?” The Lycan Queen stormed in,

I see her eyes change as she says that, and I open my mouth to ask if she’s okay, but I stop mid-sentence when the door opens and everyone gets to their feet, hush falling over the room. My head snaps to the entrance as I do the same, and there she is, standing tall and regal, the first queen of Lycaon. I feel my heartbeat change as I stare in awe at the woman who became the first human queen to rule powerful Lycans. I watch as she moves through the crowd after telling everyone to sit, and I feel my chest swell in admiration.