Their Lycan Queen By Foxtail Novels & Stories

“You’re ignoring the fact that she sabotaged my company!” His voice echoed across the quiet street. But no one reacted the way he wanted. The council leader turned toward him slowly. “We have heard your accusations, Alpha Dane.” “Then act on them!” Dane demanded. He pointed directly at me. “She worked with him!” he continued angrily. “That Lycan destroyed my company and she helped him do it!” I lifted my chin, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Dane’s glare shifted between Luciano and me. “You think this is coincidence?” he continued. “A mysterious collapse of my company followed by the sudden appearance of the Lycan King?”

“I'm here to see your Alpha!!” They laughed, their voices bearing evidence of their mockery and sarcasm. “What makes h think you can stand here and speak that way?” One of them laughed, the others joining in as well. My anger aroused, leaving my veins standing taut. “Do you realize who you're speaking to? I am the Lycan queen, and I can have your heads on a spike if you're not careful.” They shivered, fear running down their spine. They cowered, gathering quickly. “We're sorry ma'am. Please pardon our insolence.”

Gasping, she pushed herself up, her limbs trembling. And that was when she saw her. A golden glow flickered in the distance, illuminating a figure standing still in the void. Tall. Cloaked in shadow and power. A woman - not just any woman. The First Lycan Queen. Lyra’s breath caught in her throat. The Queen’s face was an echo of her own, but sharper, older, colder. Her golden eyes burned like molten fire, unyielding and unshaken. Power radiated from her in waves.

Lycans were not easy creatures to control, and even the females were hard to manage. Sophia was a royal female, strong, with a large wolf, athletic, and a plump shape that my people considered fertile. People said she was beautiful, but I never found her attractive. She was not my fated mate; I could never see anything beautiful about her, unlike how I saw Tara.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

I ignore the question that has been bugging me since Nate mentioned this. “Well as you know, the late queen was a princess from a royal pack of lycans, they were pureblood, kind of like your family because if they mate outside of true lycan blood, they mate with alphas only. Those are the closest to the chain to the lycans. According to the publication I read, her wolf loses control and due to its dark powers and remarkable strength, it easily takes control from her." She pauses and inhales a deep breath. She watches me with a small coy smile.

“I can’t leave without telling him where I am going.” “Is there no way to contact him?” Anna looked around the cave with its magical torches and furnishings that, for the most part, I had conjured up. “No, I don’t suppose you have the internet down here?” “Inter-what?” I asked. Rachel and Anna’s jaw dropped open simultaneously. I laughed, “You can certainly see that you are sisters when you both look at me that way.” Anna snapped her mouth closed. “I am the queen of the Lycans.”

All three—identical and yet entirely distinct—radiated the energy of high-ranking alphas, their little muzzles lifted toward the wind as if already sensing the call of their people. One roared with a tiny snarl. Almost matching the Kycan King’s regality. Another licked Sebastian’s jaw with fierce loyalty. The third nuzzled closer into the crook of his shoulder, imprinting itself further with the man it would one day call protector, father and pride. Sebastian lifted them higher — arms outstretched in open declaration. The tiny trio roared like ferocious cubs. “These are mine,” the Lycan King’s deep voice echoed through the valley, a low growl of reverence and triumph. “Ours. The legacy of yo

Tracy suddenly chuckled, her eyes scanning Freya from head to toe before she spoke, "Freya's fight scenes might not be so bad after all. Freya hails from a small, fierce, and rugged pack, so it's only natural that she's a skilled fighter." I frowned in displeasure. Tracy paused and then continued thoughtfully, "But... Werewolves and lycans are still different. Apparently, to become our future Lycan Queen, it takes more than just fighting skills... How about we ask our Luna to play a beautiful piano piece for today's special event?" I looked up at Tracy coldly, my tone carrying a warning, "It's up to me to decide if she's good enough to be the future Lycan Queen. Besides, as my Luna, Freya do

Alana watches us from her mate Ulric's side, he begins scolding her and I shake my head. "It's ok Ulric, she was only asking, she is just curious not being disrespectful. Yes, my mate Queen Liliana is a lycan, she's also twin sister to Queen Raven of the Bloodwrath Kingdom, and our Goddess of Life. I expect our people to treat her with the utmost respect. My mate King Ryder, is a hybrid, and Alpha of New Moon, he fought for his title and deserves the respect of his kingdom. If I ever hear anyone in my court disrespect or threaten his safety, you will answer to me." I am quick to make sure my advisors understand that my mates aren't to be messed with.