The Rise Of The Lycans Queen 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

Daisy hisses a quiet curse as she loops her arm through mine, pulling me gently toward the exit. As I turn, the final blow falls. “I have an announcement,” the King says, voice booming again through the stillness. “In honor of this birthday, and in honor of tradition, I formally declare Adira the future Lycan Queen.” Applause erupts. It crashes around me like a wave, but I can barely hear it. I don’t look back. I don’t give Adira the satisfaction of seeing my face. But a single tear slides down my cheek, betraying the storm inside me.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

Lucian’s voice cut through the stillness. “Let this summit bear witness,” he said, his tone carrying across every corner of the hall. Aurelia felt it again his hand brushing hers, not gripping, not forcing. Choosing. Standing with her. The balance of power had shifted and everyone knew it. The silence breaks. The tension snaps and before anyone can challenge it Lucian steps forward. His voice echoes through the summit, cold and absolute: “Aurelia Nightbane…” A pause. The entire world holding its breath. “…will stand as Queen Candidate of the Lycan throne.”

I knew they feared me, everyone did, but their concern for the kingdom’s future often made them braver than they should be at times. Elder Gregor spoke again. “Your Majesty, the future of the Lycan Kingdom depends on the continuation of your bloodline. Regardless of her flaws, Lyra is still a virtuous young woman of noble blood. She could bear you an heir.” I leaned back in my chair, narrowing my eyes at him, my eyebrow furrowing. “And what makes you think I care about virtue? Or noble blood, for that matter? I need a Luna who can rule beside me, not a weakling.”

“She’s practically writing sonnets.” I didn’t say anything for a long moment while Emma stared at me, tilting her head. “This isn’t just about watching him go all Alpha of Alphas, is it?” I stared into the tea. “No. It’s about what happens when someone pushes too far.” She was quiet for a moment. “He’s the Lycan King, you know how Alphas can be; if he shows any weakness or mercy, they’ll all start fighting each other for territory and power.”

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.

"But... what are you?" The question struck harder than I expected. I had no answer. The next day, Celeste summoned an elder from a distant pack, a gnarled old man with milky eyes and a voice like rustling leaves. His name was Elder Brann. He studied me for what felt like hours, his cloudy gaze never wavering. "It is as I feared," he said finally. "The prophecy speaks true." "What prophecy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "The rise of the Lycan Queen," he replied. "A she-wolf born of royal blood, able to command the wild and tame the warring tribes. She will unite the supernatural under one rule, or see it all fall into ruin."

I asked when I realized that it was only dad that was affected by Lucy's aura "Cause I only directed it at him."she answered."Wow, what kind of wolf is she"I thought as it cost years of training to be able to control one's aura and she did it effortlessly. "Can I know why you never thought to tell your dad about your mate?"Jane asked. "Simple mom,the thought I was a week human and making me his Luna queen will damage his reputation so he resort to bullying me to fight the matebond."Lucy answered casually like she was talking about the weather.

He stood where I had left him, one hand still half raised, as if he couldn't quite believe it. Then his gaze dropped. At his feet, glinting in the candlelight, lay a thin silver bracelet. Its clasp was snapped clean through. One small charm swung from it, an engraved moon, catching the light. That bracelet— Ten. Eleven. Slowly, the Lycan King bent down and picked it up. He didn't look angry. He looked like a wolf who had just caught a scent. Twelve. The doors slammed behind me.