Novel & Cerita The Rise Of The Lycans Queen

“You are now the mates of the soon-to-be strongest and most influential Lycans. Please indicate your desired settlement" Cissy immediately stands up, statuesque and a natural beauty as ever. “Your Highness, the culprits behind bars is sufficient for us,” she answered with a strained voice. “Lock them up and throw the key into the sea, that's all we need in this case.” She receives a standing ovation, no one doubts that one day she will be a great Queen. Behind her, Crown Prince Harad beams proudly and applauds not only as royalty but also as a devoted mate. They make the perfect couple.

"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

He was helping me. But why is he doing this? I didn’t ask him for— “The Alpha Queen’s administration might be cruel to us in some ways. They might have neglected and disrespected us in some respects but they have never threatened to kill us. The Queen has never threatened to hunt us down and seize our children. The Queen has never attempted to turn us into slaves! So why do we have to be subjected to such by the Lycans!” Cayden voiced and most of the Rogues were looking motivated now. They were all on their feet with subconsciously clenched jaws and fists. Cayden was gradually changing their orientation about the Lycans… and me.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.

With the weight of the crown resting upon her head, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan queen, found herself immersed in a whirlwind of responsibilities. As the sun rose on her first day as queen, she stood before the assembled pack, her voice resolute and commanding. "My fellow Lycans," she began, her tone filled with a mixture of determination and compassion, "I stand before you today as your queen, ready to shoulder the burden of leadership. It is with great honor that I accept this role, and I vow to serve you all with unwavering dedication."

He and his brother only equaled three. "What do you want with her?" Maxwell stepped aside. His voice had lowered. Something felt special about the Lycan before him. He didn't look usual like the ones they say in textbooks. He looked ancient. "That would be none of your business. Step aside" he pushed Maxwell aside. As he bent to pick Amelia up, Maxwell caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were hidden perfectly well but still, he managed to see them. Maxwell swallowed hard. They were orange. The lycan before him was royalty. Only the leader of the lycans has orange eyeballs whenever they shifted forms to their forms. One could not tell the difference if they were in their human forms but now, i

“If I can’t kill her to get her powers... I’ll bind her to me. That way, her magic becomes mine either way.” She nodded quickly. “Yes, my lord.” I stepped toward the large window, looking out at the dark horizon. “You may have the earth’s favor, Saraphina,” I whispered. “But soon, you’ll have no choice but to fall into my hands. Because all my years of perfect plotting will not be in vain.” I deserve to rule. I deserve to be king. And that’s exactly what I would become—no matter how long it takes. I’ve spent years watching Lucian from the shadows, studying his every move. He might be the feared Lycan King, but I was smarter than him.

His voice cracked slightly at the end. Olinda folded her arms, the movement small but fierce. “Because the Lycan queen power is different. The aura she gives off—if Vincent is right about the Laida reincarnation—it’s not ordinary.” Her eyes narrowed. “It resonates at a frequency only a Lycan of that old line can feel. She’s the lock to a door most of us are too frightened to even think about opening.” She let out a quiet, steadying breath. “And that is precisely why everyone wants him dead. Because if he succeeds—if the Lycan king crowns himself with a mate like that—he would be unstoppable.”

“You’re not just queen now.” “No,” she said. Her voice rang with truth. “I am warm. I am fire that guards. Flame that remembers. The protector and the purge.” Thunder boomed overhead. Beyond the mountains, the Lycan Elders woke in their moon-bound citadel, blood-rites burning crimson as prophecy reawakened. Farther still, in the Vampire depths of Dreadspire Hollow, ancient seals cracked. And in a forgotten place, buried beneath time, beneath silence, something opened its eyes.

"True Luna queen blood lines can not be cursed for long, Curses will weaken and the moongoddess ensures our bloodline is continued. We are strong and powerful, Though the part of the curse that blocked me from my lycan tried it did not fully succeed." "She was rendered weak barely awake, she kept your father and I alive until this day would come. As a natural born powerful Royal supernatural being our lycan's are stronger. where weaker lycans had they been cursed like us they would have died. Due to the strength of our lycans they were put to sleep” she explained. "Our lycans were put to sleep, Each time mine fought to wake up she would wake her mate giving us just enough strength not to die