Their Lycan Queen By Foxtail Novels & Stories

“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.

“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.