Their Lycan Queen By Foxtail Novels & Stories

“No. I think I’m just getting there.” Her smile widens as she sits down next to me. “I’m sorry I haven’t met you sooner, but I’ve been away for a few weeks on business.” She reaches out her hand. “I’m Fiona. Lance’s mother.” My mouth nearly falls to the ground as I scurry out of my chair and bow to her. “I’m sorry, your majesty. I didn’t recognize you.” She darts out of her chair and gently pats my arms while pushing me back into my chair. “Don’t be sorry, but I don’t know if I should have a reaction for you not recognizing me. I am the Lycan Queen.”

I see a small smile on her face and give her a questioning look. ‘ My Lycan is rather aggressive when she sees Frah’ She mind-linked me . I can't help but smile. I know her Lycan would rip most of my warriors apart, never mind a pathetic excuse for a wolf . That has me thinking about her Lycan my snowdrop , she is larger , faster and stronger than even my mothers and she is a Luna Queen . I still have to investigate her purple eyes , my mate has another side to her and I will figure it out .

He explains. “We will kneel in suits before an infant and swear to remain loyal as she becomes the Queen Regent of all Beasts. The Lycans will be brought to an end. They will have us only mating to those fated to us. LycanBears, LycanFoxes, our current queen is a wolf.” I snarl in disgust. “Lycan could rise in protest,” He tells me. “We are not strong enough, too many remain loyal to the progressive piece of shit!” I snap.

It was such a pleasant change that Alpha Derrick didn’t oppose my son’s presence, he even spoke casually. “The Blood Moon Pack’s next Alpha should be aware that his mother is the Lycan Queen. Sharing a mother with the next lycan King is the height of good luck.” Aunt Flora smiled softly, hearing her husband’s direct demand of an heir. She asked me a question to divert everyone’s attention. “What’s the color of your lycan’s fur, Shyla?” Maddox’s hand froze in the air as he glared at her while serving me breakfast, he spoke rudely.

All around her, warriors fought - wolves, men, creatures she couldn’t name. And in the center of it all stood a woman. Not just any woman. Nicola’s breath caught. The woman had her face. No. Not quite. The same high cheekbones. The same dark hair. But the eyes… the eyes were older, filled with something both terrifying and unbreakable. The First Lycan Queen. Nicola felt herself being pulled toward the vision, as if stepping into a memory that was not her own. The Queen was covered in blood, her body battered, but she stood tall. In her hand was a dagger, its blade dripping red as she faced an opponent cloaked in shadows.

The shadows boiled and evaporated wherever my light touched them, unable to withstand the absolute purity of the awakening. Fenrir stopped his mocking laughter. He took a hesitant step back, his massive shadow-wolf features contorting in sheer shock. His obsidian eyes widened as he stared at the blinding pillar of fire I had become. He recognized this light. He had not seen it for a thousand years. He realized, with a creeping dread that finally pierced his arrogance, that I had awakened the full, primordial power of the first Lycan Queen—the very power that had been designed to bring him to his knees.

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.

​"Malphas is leaving. Escort them out. The treaty is signed and bound by blood." "Gladly," I mutter, standing up to my full height, letting my massive frame cast a shadow over the room. Cillian pushes off the pool table, sharply straightening the lapels of his designer jacket. "A pleasure as always, Prince," he sneers softly. "Enjoy your victory. And your human. I hope she's worth the price of admission." Little does he know she is no mere human, she is the Lycan Queen of Legend, one day she will lead us all.

“The late Lycan is dead. We’re closer now than we’ve ever been. We must remain focused on our goal.” “We are.” The woman spoke again. “First public discrediting then we’ll weaken him and finally, he can go join his father in hell.” Hunt. I almost gasped aloud as my knees lost strength. These people were planning to kill Hunter. “And the Queen won’t be a problem?” The first voice asked again. “What trouble can a spoiled princess bring?” The woman chuckled. “Not to worry. If she and the Lycan seem to grow closer… “ Her voice broke. And for a minute, my heart jolted as I strained my ears to hear the rest of their plan.

She asked, "Playing?" "No, we haven't been playing," I said to her, "for some reason, I don't think she's ready for marriage. I don't even think she's ready to be claimed by me." "You're a Lycan now, right?" She asked me. "Yes, my queen." "And the Alpha of the Maelstrom kingdom as well, right?" "That's correct, my queen." "Then why is it difficult for you to make a move at a lady whom you've spent a good time of your life getting close with?" She asked.