The Lycans Queen Novelas e Histórias

They were all fully aware that this time they had really provoked Matteo. Elder Alfred was the one who had the guts to start the meeting. He cleared his throat. “There’s no need for greetings or pleasantries among us. We are here today to discuss the appointment of our Lycan Queen, who apparently isn’t a Lycan. As it has been for centuries, the queen has always been from our race and held the same power as the king. But this current one is a she-wolf whose identity is unknown and may cause some difficulties in accepting her among the masses.”

“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.

"I am the Lycan's mate. I am the High Queen of this realm, and I have every right to stand in this palace." Mother’s face turned a violent, blotchy red, her veins bulging along her neck. "How dare you!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with hysterical rage. "I am your mother! How dare you talk to me with such insolence after everything I did for you? After I raised you in my house! You ungrateful, wretched, useless girl!" "I am staying," I repeated smoothly, meeting her wild, venomous glare without flinching. "And no one in this realm can tell me to leave. Only the Lycan King—my mate—can tell me to go. And he never will."

A promise that their King and Queen stood unchallenged. Veldrin cradled my face in his hands, pressing his forehead to mine, our eyes locked. His warm breath brushed against my skin as his voice was low and confident. "Forever, my mate." I smiled through the tears I didn't even notice had fallen. "Forever." "...and under the watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess, the Lycan King and his Queen united as one." Asher Blackwater's commanding voice echoes through the forest.

“Who says the other Lycan’s would follow her anyway?” “For exactly the same reason they bowed to Elijah. Her midnight blue fur. They have all seen it, every one of the Lycans in the cell knows the moment she shifted.” “But I am the Alpha of the pack!” She flicks her braids over her bare shoulder as I feel Atlas laughing in my head. Lycan’s don’t have Alphas. They have a Queen! “You can keep the position for now, but if Aria wants to take her place, she can.”

She lay down on the bed, turned her back to him, and pulled the blanket over her shoulder. My father stood there for a long moment. Then he left. The lock turned. Liora stared at the wall. And something in her eyes hardened into stone. ______________________ The memory shifted to the day everything ended. The Lycan Queen had returned. Her carriage rolled through the gates, black and gold, flanked by guards in silver armor. The pack gathered in the courtyard, bowing, scraping, afraid. She claimed she was just stopping by. She didn't need to be entertained.

​"Malphas is leaving. Escort them out. The treaty is signed and bound by blood." "Gladly," I mutter, standing up to my full height, letting my massive frame cast a shadow over the room. Cillian pushes off the pool table, sharply straightening the lapels of his designer jacket. "A pleasure as always, Prince," he sneers softly. "Enjoy your victory. And your human. I hope she's worth the price of admission." Little does he know she is no mere human, she is the Lycan Queen of Legend, one day she will lead us all.

"That is dangerous. Is that not the abode of the witch who infiltrated the castle without triggering any alarms until she was gone? She is dangerous, and it would be foolish to go to the lioness's den." I looked at him, my resolve unshakable. "A king's duty is to protect his people, to stand in the face of danger, and to lead with courage. But above all, a king never abandons his queen." Hearing this, the Deltas looked at each other, then back at me. "Is that a royal declaration, Your Majesty?" one of them asked. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. "My mate, Camille Dumont, is, as of this moment, the Queen of the Lycans. So let me ask you this question: Do the Lycans abandon o

All around her, warriors fought - wolves, men, creatures she couldn’t name. And in the center of it all stood a woman. Not just any woman. Nicola’s breath caught. The woman had her face. No. Not quite. The same high cheekbones. The same dark hair. But the eyes… the eyes were older, filled with something both terrifying and unbreakable. The First Lycan Queen. Nicola felt herself being pulled toward the vision, as if stepping into a memory that was not her own. The Queen was covered in blood, her body battered, but she stood tall. In her hand was a dagger, its blade dripping red as she faced an opponent cloaked in shadows.

She couldn’t show weakness. “You misunderstand,” the Queen murmured. “I do not need to take your body.” Her golden gaze burned into Lyra’s. “I am already inside it.” The words sent an icy wave of dread crashing through her. Lyra’s pulse quickened. She hadn’t defeated her. She hadn’t pushed her out. The First Lycan Queen was still here. Inside her. Waiting. Watching. Lyra forced her breathing to steady. She couldn’t panic. She wouldn’t panic.