Their Lycan Queen By Foxtail Novels & Stories

“Who says the other Lycan’s would follow her anyway?” “For exactly the same reason they bowed to Elijah. Her midnight blue fur. They have all seen it, every one of the Lycans in the cell knows the moment she shifted.” “But I am the Alpha of the pack!” She flicks her braids over her bare shoulder as I feel Atlas laughing in my head. Lycan’s don’t have Alphas. They have a Queen! “You can keep the position for now, but if Aria wants to take her place, she can.”

I said to her hesitantly. “When I was a younger goddess, I decided to experiment with one of my wolves. I would only create one. She is special, and unlike ordinary wolves in every way. She is stronger, faster, bigger. She can hear better, see better, and smell better. She stands on two feet. She can even talk in her wolf form. Once you merge with this wolf, you will become what you were always meant to be. Harper, you are the first Lycan queen and your fated mate is the first Lycan King of all wolves. Your wolf will transfer power to your mate’s wolf, gifting him power that matches yours. A Lycan is an old breed of wolf that I have been saving. She along with her mate is meant to combat an

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.

Isla's plan made sense if we could build up an army of true Moon Goddess followers Zeeb won't stand a chance. “The prophecy of the Lycan King begins.” Isla smiled.

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

Remember history class you big dildo? ‘Shut up you furry shit eater! History class sucked. That’s what I have you for!’ I chuckled. ‘That doesn’t explain why you didn’t recognize her as your mate!’ ‘Lycan’s sense their mate before the lycan emerges from their human counterpart. It’s one of the ways they are superior to all wolves.’ ‘They’re superior to wolves? How? I thought defeating their king, which killed the pack apparently, would have been proof enough of our superiority…and the fact that they went extinct.’ I was suspicious of his facts.

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.

The last thing I wanted was to attract anyone’s attention. The crowd seemed to shift, parting ever so slightly as a woman approached with slow, measured steps. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, each movement deliberate, exuding confidence. She was tall, stunning, with sharp features and piercing eyes that roamed over the gathered women like a Queen surveying her court. “Oh, that’s Isabella,” a girl whispered near me, her voice trembling with awe. “She’s the Lycan King’s favorite.” “She’s practically royalty,” another girl murmured. “No one crosses her and gets away with it.”

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.”

"Not all of them. Lucien... I won't lose him." Her laughter was like sharp knife. "Don't worry. He will join you in the afterlife first. I plan on killing him the moment I have the strength. He is a Lycan, after all. Their blood is ancient, stronger than any typical wolf. He’s a trophy I’ve been waiting to claim." "No!" I shouted, the white space around us beginning to vibrate with my anger. "I won't let you."