Novel & Cerita The Rise Of The Lycans Queen

I've missed you so much my dear," my mother said. Sigil narrated everything that happened and I finally understood everything and I wasn't as lost as I woke up. Mabel and the others were serving their years in the dungeons, King Heather and his wife were released from prison while Jack was the new ruler of Manor. So much had changed in five months that both Killian and Rufus had been buried. After a month of waking up, I was crowned the Lycan queen. Sigil and I got married and Scarlett and Vladimir were engaged and they set out to start their lives together somewhere North. The four realms were in balance once again and peace was restored once again.

The very stone beneath their feet seemed to tremble beneath the force of it. Aliyah did not move. The Shaman lowered the crown and placed it gently on her head. The weight of it landed softly, but its meaning struck hard. Queen. When the Shaman stepped back, the silence shattered. The voices around her rose louder. A thousand howls joined as one. It was a cry of loyalty, a song of the old ways. Aliyah stood tall beneath it all, the crown gleaming against her dark hair. She was now Queen of the Lycans.

Wood splintered with a loud cracking report and the door gave way, revealing the people standing outside with stunned expressions. Dust motes danced in the sudden shaft of light. The room itself was soundproof, yet the door had never been strong enough to withstand the force of the Lycan Queen. She was the Lycan Queen for a reason. Her strength was boundless, except for her brain. Levante, who had been sitting on a recliner, rose at once. His cold eyes scanned the room first before landing on me. Lily’s tail swayed when her eyes met his. The mark of the Crescent shone on her forehead.

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.”

Caleb listened with the partial attention of someone waiting to find out why he had actually been summoned. Then Fenn, with the practiced casualness of someone who had been building toward something, said: "You hear about the Lycan court lately?" "What about it?" Caleb said. "New Queen," Fenn said. "Not new in terms of it just happening, I suppose, it has been building for a while. But the formal announcement went wide recently. Noble houses are all talking about it." He adjusted something on his cart. "Stunning woman, from what people are saying. Young. Has three children already, some kind of ancient bloodline that the court has been looking for years apparently."

I held on to the one person I believed would never let me fall. Behind us, the bells kept ringing. And somewhere beneath the grief and the exhaustion, beneath the part of me that still wanted to beg my family to come home, something else had begun to take shape. It wasn't peace, and it wasn't acceptance. It was a promise. Whoever had done this would learn that I could mourn my dead and still rule their kingdom. I would find the truth. And when I did, the whole world would know what it meant to cross the Lycan Queen.

"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."

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

BUt she could clearly see Rakhbar was proud of their new King because of his ability to shift into a fearsome Lycan as not many lycans could shift these days so his people were ready to cater to his vulgar desires. Just imagining it was horrible. Laylin breathed out, as her legs almost gave out. The King was probably the age of her father, she didn't want to imagine the monster she will face. She bit her lips. She had never wanted to marry this wretched King but she knew a wretched man wouldn't let her get away. He was a lycan and she had heard Lycan women bleed on his bed, what if kills her after molesting her? Her father will have what he wanted and Rakhbar won't shed a tear for her. No on

Hearing enough of his disrespect I start to deliver blow after blow to him. These wolves are like fucking kids. They are a danger to themselves. My father ruled over the Lycans with fear and with that fear came respect. When my father and every other firstborn supernatural creature disappeared, I became king of the Lycans. The Lycans respected me the same way they did my father because of the fear that my father installed into them. But when all the Lycans died off that respect died along with them.