The Lycans Queen Laila Novels & Stories

She pulled harder, the metal cutting into her wrists as she struggled. How does one even transform into a lycan? She wondered, desperately muttering under her breath. "Come on, where are you? Can't you sense the danger? Help me!" But there was no response from her lycan. No surge of power, no golden eyes, nothing. She tugged harder as the man came closer, the glowing sword raised. The chains rattled but held firm. Lily smirked proudly, watching Callie's panic with satisfaction. "Finally, the fake luna will be gone. Owen will have no one left to be distracted over. He'll go back to his usual self once his mate ceases to exist."

I said, voice clear and even, “there will be no King above a Luna, and no Luna behind a King.” Damon picked up my thought, and continued, “We lead together, or not at all.” A stunned hush followed. Then Jackson, ever the steadfast one, stepped forward from his place near the wall. His quill trembled in his hand as he spoke. “Let it be recorded,” he said quietly, reverently. “The realm recognizes Luna Lila the Silver Healer, equal sovereign and mate beside the Lycan King Damon.” The same elder who had condemned me, bowed again, deeper this time. “Long may they reign,” he murmured.

The power rolling off him was so great that the ground beneath my feet finally gave way, a small crack spider-webbing through the stone. "You are the Lycan Queen," Kaelen said, his obsidian eyes burning with a declaration that made the entire valley go silent. "And I am here to claim what is mine."

I felt Oliver licking the wound to seal it, but he did not let go of me. “You are all witnesses. I present Luna Helena. Queen of the Lycans.” Oliver smiled and within the blink of an eye loud applause and howls erupted from the Lycans. I was shocked that they were all so happy about it! Oliver lifted his hand to silence them and smiled at me for a moment before returning his attention to the werewolves on the ground.

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,

Everyone is ready for a fight. “We are not each other’s enemies!” I yell above the sound of the growling lycans. I push Lucian out of the way and step in front of Erebus looking the bearded hunter in the eyes. “I am not your enemy.” I tell him as I stare deeply into his light brown eyes. “I am Ella Lyall, Luna Queen of Lycan City and I am not your enemy.”

“You have the face and body. You’ll definitely get the highest score when it comes to physical appearance.” “Oh, Lila. Do not forget us mere ladies when you become the Lycan queen. Which I know will happen soon.” I look up when I hear that, unable to stop myself. Lila is smiling, her grin so big it is a surprise she didn’t tear her lips.

"That's my son's mate and my daughter. I'm well pleased with her. She will become your queen and lead you as I do, she announces. "I, Mia Blake Jones, hereby declare Anne Hill as the queen of the Lycans. I was shocked. I looked at my mate's faces. They were shocked as well. I slowly look at the Lycan king's face. It has nothing to write home about. He looks so surprised and angry. The queen gently took my hand and led me to the front. She removes her crown and places it on my head. "From today, she shall be your queen. You must protect her from evil beings. Loved and sworn your loyalty to your queen," she declares openly.

I saw the lady maid, Madam Istrell, approach me with a guard; a bit of fear spiked in me. Then I remember I didn’t do anything wrong this time, but one could never tell with these Lycans. “Good evening, madam,” I greeted. She didn’t reply to my greeting. Lycans are truly rude and arrogant, but instead, she said, “Follow me now.” Stunned by her abruptness, “Please, where are we going?” I asked. "Come with me to see the queen. We cannot keep her waiting, so hurry up." I am meeting the queen?! Oh, Gina, now you are in soup.

She was everything a Lycan King was supposed to have. "Genevieve," I repeated, the name tasting like ash. "So that’s it? Three years, Silas. I gave you everything. I lived for you. I changed myself for you." "You did your job, Elara," he said, and the word job felt like a physical blow to my stomach. "You were a placeholder. A bridge between my father’s reign and mine. You were quiet, you didn't cause drama, and you were... adequate. But the wait is over. My Queen is coming tonight."