The Lycans Queen Laila 소설 & 이야기

I let out a sigh before slipping on the gown I had been handed, so be it. I smiled faintly when I saw my reflection in the human-length mirror. I was what anyone would call perfect and although I was tempted not to say a word, I couldn't help it. " Being the Lycan Queen wouldn't be so bad you know" I looked through the mirror, staring at my mother who had a blissful look on her face. " Here" she slipped on the veil on my face before standing up. " How will I be able to walk when my face is covered?" I asked as I was being led out of the room, her hands were placed on mine gently

The voice of the Moon Goddess resonated in my mind, soothing yet filled with an ethereal power. "Azure, son of the Moon, your devotion to your kin and your unwavering commitment have touched my celestial heart," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice echoing with otherworldly grace. "I hear your plea, and I shall grant you the chance to once again embrace the essence of your Lycan form. Harness this gift wisely, for the path before you is fraught with peril and sacrifice."

I frown, trying to convince her to believe me. She sits her glaring at me for a moment longer, before her face expression softens, leaving her with a look of confusion. "But the Lycan king is just a legend Alia, it's just a stupid story people made up." She wipes at her tears as they continue to make their way down her face. "He's real Donna, at first I didn't believe it, but I promise you he's real." I had a hard time believing it, but the things I found out prove everything to be true.

I mean, couldn't he shut up for once and watch? “Ardin–” I called my Delta to give him an earful but Rahela had other things to say as she cut me off. “Are you certain that I am not sitting beside the Queen? The energy and life force of this Lycan is stranger than the other who you claim is the King’s Mother–” “I will have your tongue sliced for this dishonor!” Ardin barked and had the audacity to withdraw his sword. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Forgive the intrusion, but the news is dire.” The Queen of the Lycans,queen Varka slowly rose from her throne. Just as the moon goddess was superior over the wolves,so was she to the Lycans. She stood tall, graceful, and terrifyingly beautiful, her silver-white hair spilled down her back like waterfalls. Her eyes—those same mercurial eyes her sons inherited gleamed like storm-forged steel. She was old, yes,but not in appearance. She still looked like a woman in her twenties.

The ward is painfully quiet now that Zarina and Aisling are gone. The healers rotate in and out with hushed footsteps, and for the first time since I woke up… I’m alone. Well, not completely alone. I turn my head toward the other bed, toward the steady rise and fall of the chest belonging to the Lycan King. Rael. Even unconscious, he looks powerful. Too powerful. His masculine features are sharp, carved, almost unfairly beautiful—strong jaw, thick lashes resting against his cheeks, dark hair a little messy on the pillow, lips slightly parted like he’s on the edge of waking.

I stared at the spot where the King and Queen of the Lycans had disappeared into the trees, their cloaked figures melting into dappled shadows like characters from some strange fairy tale. My fingers were still tangled with Christian's, our picnic half-forgotten around us, and a laugh bubbled up from my chest - sudden, uncontrolled, slightly hysterical. The Queen of the Lycans had just invited me for tea while wrapped in nothing but a cloak, her hair wild from running in wolf form. If my mother could see me now, she'd either faint dead away or disown me on the spot. Possibly both.

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.

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.

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.