Their Lycan Queen By Foxtail Novels & Stories

Lucian’s voice cut through the stillness. “Let this summit bear witness,” he said, his tone carrying across every corner of the hall. Aurelia felt it again his hand brushing hers, not gripping, not forcing. Choosing. Standing with her. The balance of power had shifted and everyone knew it. The silence breaks. The tension snaps and before anyone can challenge it Lucian steps forward. His voice echoes through the summit, cold and absolute: “Aurelia Nightbane…” A pause. The entire world holding its breath. “…will stand as Queen Candidate of the Lycan throne.”

The wolves had nothing else to do but discuss the matters of the kingdoms; it was not even in their place to judge or even try to offer a solution that would hold for the ones ruling, but it was the same in every culture. But in the tradition of the Lycans, since the beginning of time, it has been known that every once in a while. A Lycan Queen emerges and is called the one who will bring about the rebirth of nations. SELENA’S POV “No…” I ran, trying to get away from them, but it wasn't helping me in any way. I kept running while it felt like I was being held back and nothing was pulling me front. I stood there as I watched Luna Katherina, Anna, and Adriane come closer, looking at me with th

Before anyone could blink twice, the darkness shrouding the country was eliminated, and unspoken peace befell the land. Aspen, who was still stuck on the floor because she could not overcome the continuous quake, watched with a soaring heart, as these lights healed the land. And as she watched, she finally found the courage to praise herself for hiding the seal when she did. If she had not done that, the Lycan Queen would have used it for something more devious and the little hope they all had for the salvation of their country would have been long lost. “You fucking retards!” The doors crumbled at the intensity in that deadly voice. “What have you fucking done?” The Lycan Queen stormed in,

She stumbled back, visions crashing into her mind—trees twisted into thrones, a woman with fire in her hair and fangs for teeth, a war fought under twin moons, blood-soaked snow… Kael caught her before she hit the ground. “Ayla!” “I—I saw her,” Ayla gasped, clutching his arm. “The queen. She wants me to—” The air cracked. A branch shattered above them as something massive dropped from the trees—black claws, white fur, snarling fangs. A Snowborn Lycan. Kael roared, slamming into it before it could reach Ayla, steel flashing. The two beasts tumbled into the snow, a mess of growls and blood.

The air hummed with excitement and anticipation, as the celebration reached its crescendo, a testament to the resilience and unity of the Lycan people. Amidst the vibrant atmosphere, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan Queen, radiated grace and confidence. Her regal presence commanded attention, and her infectious smile lit up the room. She gracefully moved from one group to another, engaging in conversations with her guests. Her genuine interest in their stories and concerns endeared her to the Lycans, further strengthening their loyalty and support.

She threw away her empty glass and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at the lycan king from a distance. Aphrodite told the pairer, "If she wants to be queen of the Lycans, she'll have to get used to this." Fowol's frown got even worse when she heard what she said, but she didn't say anything else. When she turned around, she saw the Lycan bringing the she-wolf into the tent. She heard an arrow shoot out of a bow next to her, which made her turn around and see Eros shoot an arrow at Lucian. This made the frown on her face even worse.

Something that had always been there, waiting to be seen. The lycan's gaze dropped pointedly to Callie's chest, right where the blue tube had been stabbed into her. Then back up to Callie's eyes. "They think they can suppress us," Callie said slowly, feeling the truth of it as she spoke. "They think the poison is stronger than the fire." The lycan held her gaze without blinking. "Is it?" Callie asked. The lycan took a step back from Callie and straightened to her full height. She was enormous against the white light, a burning pillar of silver and gold. And then, slowly, deliberately, she opened her mouth.

she said, turning to us, “I believe that the queen is a special kind of Lycan.” “What do you mean?” Eros was quick to ask. “According to history, every true Lycan is blessed with a special gift from the moon goddess,” she explained. “And from what I witnessed that day, as well as my investigations, I have cause to believe that the queen is a siphon Lycan.” I blinked, confused. “What is that?” “A Lycan who has the ability to tap into various abilities and use them in their most powerful form.” “A siphon requires an object to wield such power,” Lucius stated, question in his voice.

Sitting at the head of the table was the King and queen next to him and at the other end of the table were Marcelo and his beta. Marcelo’s eyes drifted between me and Kaleb, who was holding my hand now. I tried to remove my hand, but he pulls it back, gripping it too tight that I could feel my knuckles crack. “Shall we begin?” The king gestured for everyone to take their seats. >>> Two hours into the meeting, everyone is arguing about how Lycans are attacking small packs and not having to give them a chance to choose their packs. “I do what I have to do because it is for the best. People need leaders and…” One of the leaders from the south wanted to speak.

he announced and I pinched my lips together at the gasps that sounded. Having them all looking at me in awe, I felt like a spectacle and my palms began to sweat. Due to the critical looks I was receiving from the workers I grew concerned. “Is it normal to be a queen of two territories,” I asked my Lycan. “Hmmm, well not normally. I believe that you will be the first,” she replied enthusiastically. Gritting my molars I growled, “Wonderful.” I had no clue what being a queen meant, and for two territories, I felt a mountain of stress upon me.