The Rise Of The Lycans Queen Novels & Stories

Kaiden inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Proceed.” “People say the Lycan King is a man that has lived for over a thousand years. Even after living for so many years, the moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate. So they say he attends every banquet even if he's uninterested only because he was in search of his mate.” Oliver said in one breath. “What if his mate is from our pack?”

“Are you sure you want to use this transformation serum?” Edna grabbed Allure’s wrist, stopping her from drinking the contents of the vial. “I mean, Prince Regan has never met Lily. So, it’s impossible that he would recognise her. Even if he does, that Lycan Prince won’t mind the swap. After all, being married to the legitimate daughter of Alpha Rhysand is more profitable than marrying the daughter of a maid. Why go to such lengths just for the sake of a political marriage?”

He glanced at Selena, who sat beside him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Levi's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "Though now extinct, they were one of the first breeds of werewolves. Which later created the breeds of Lycans." The air crackled with a newfound energy, tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear. The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible.

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.

No, that is the last thing I would do, but because I fear myself. There was a moment of silence before Dwayne's thick voice filled the room, "We are gathered here today to anoint my chosen into her rightful place as queen of the lycanthropes. She shall, from this day onward, rule along side me til death do us part", he said and the heaviness of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm going to be the Queen of the lycanthropes? The Luna queen? Holy shit! "Now Daphne, if you'll repeat after me... I- say your full name". If not for the seriousness of this occasion, I would've repeated exactly what he said, "I Daphne Penelope Ro-", I get cut off by a voice inside my head,

“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.

*** Callie stood in a vast, ancient battlefield under a blood-red moon that cast crimson light across everything. Two great armies faced each other across a scarred plain… one side composed of powerful lycans and wolves with fur that shimmered like silver and gold, the other made of pale, elegant vampires with glowing eyes and an otherworldly grace. The very ground between them seemed to pulse with ancient enmity. At the center stood two figures– a majestic silver wolf queen radiating power that made reality bend around her, and a crowned vampire king whose presence was equally overwhelming and terrible. Their voices echoed through time itself.

He looks like war and temptation decided to make a child together. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold. Goddess, his sharp eyes are violet, burning with authority. There’s only one bloodline in existence with that color. The Royal Lycans. Nikola’s voice trembles inside me. “Mate.” For the first time in the past four years I've been a rogue, I don’t know what the hell to say. The word knocks the air from my lungs. For the first time in four years of running, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

King Reagan Maximilian Valor, the tyrant king of the Lycan Kingdom. And he… he was unexpectedly my mate. I don’t want to hope too much, but since the day he came to the auction hall. I never knew I would be greedy. I want his love. I want his attention. I want everything he could give me. That dream is impossible to have. He was my mate; I should sit next to him and become the queen of this kingdom, but my fate is different. I’m here to be his breeder. My sole duty is to give him an heir.

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.