The Lycans Queen Novels & Stories

though Alexis thought maybe Luna is the lycan's word which might mean a Queen, she nevertheless want to ask "Because you are his Luna. In the world of lycans, there are hierarchy. There are higher and lower lycans, there are Supreme Alpha, Alphas, betas, gammas and rest of them Lucien is the Supreme Alpha and the ruler of them all, any one mated to him will be his Luna and that is his Queen, his Luna will rule alongside with him. You are his Luna and that makes you the Queen of the lycans" Selina carefully reply

“You should see how your son trembled underneath my lash, begging for my mercy!” Even the elders behind her couldn’t stand her foolishness and gasped, “Don’t provoke him any longer, your highness, it is too dangerous…” “What is dangerous? The world belongs to us werewolves. The Lycans are our subjects!” Ellington even left her group and stepped up to the Lycans. She pointed a finger at Westin and snapped: “You should be ashamed, Lycan. Your Queen is a slut! Our King abandoned her. That’s why she married you. And she is still trying to seduce our King. What a cunt—”

“Den of which pack? Rank? Political position?” The question caught me completely off guard. I froze, my mind scrambling for words. “I—I —-” “She’s now Nora Blackwood,” Derek’s voice cut in smoothly, “The queen of the Lycan King. I think that’s what matters.” His gaze never left the queen mother’s face as he said it. She sipped her drink, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. Then she nodded slowly. “I guess she’s just some dirty rag that got cleaned up,” she said.

“The late Lycan is dead. We’re closer now than we’ve ever been. We must remain focused on our goal.” “We are.” The woman spoke again. “First public discrediting then we’ll weaken him and finally, he can go join his father in hell.” Hunt. I almost gasped aloud as my knees lost strength. These people were planning to kill Hunter. “And the Queen won’t be a problem?” The first voice asked again. “What trouble can a spoiled princess bring?” The woman chuckled. “Not to worry. If she and the Lycan seem to grow closer… “ Her voice broke. And for a minute, my heart jolted as I strained my ears to hear the rest of their plan.

Remember history class you big dildo? ‘Shut up you furry shit eater! History class sucked. That’s what I have you for!’ I chuckled. ‘That doesn’t explain why you didn’t recognize her as your mate!’ ‘Lycan’s sense their mate before the lycan emerges from their human counterpart. It’s one of the ways they are superior to all wolves.’ ‘They’re superior to wolves? How? I thought defeating their king, which killed the pack apparently, would have been proof enough of our superiority…and the fact that they went extinct.’ I was suspicious of his facts.

“Majesty, she disgraced us. A Lycan beaten by a werewolf? It’s unheard of. The court will never recover!” From behind the curtain, I mouthed, Cry harder. Erynos, bless his scholarly old soul, sighed. “Lord Carrow, you lost more dignity whining than she cost you fighting.” Varyn actually snorted. Oh, this was going to be good. Carrow puffed up like a toad in a bad wig. “She’s dangerous! A symbol! The wolves already whisper about her — the one who defeated a Lycan with mortal hands. They call her—” He swallowed. “The Rogue Queen.”

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.

I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about. "Are you serious?" Max asks him looking just as confused as Ryan. "Do I suppose to know who this Lycan is or something?" Ryan looking lost. "Dude where the fuck have you been, under a rock?" Max says. "A Lycan is the original breed of werewolves, but they all died off many years ago. The Lycan king was locked away long before any of us was born," I tell Ryan before looking back down at Lester, hearing a couple of groans come from him as Donna stitch up his wounds.

With a violent, twisting jerk of her neck, she snapped his neck, throwing his lifeless, massive frame into the snow bank. The remaining three guards broke formation, their ears flattening against their skulls as they recognized the golden, unblinking glare of a Lycan Queen who had completely shed her human restraint. They didn't retreat toward the camp; they scrambled sideways into the thick pine timber, leaving the sled line completely exposed.

She has no idea on what the runic symbols stand for. “The Lycan king is looking for you.” – the soldier said in a thunderous voice “I’ll be there in an instant.” “Thank you, my queen.” Queen? She’s a queen? None of the memory got back to her system. Her eyes remained close and she listened to the voices in her head more.