The Lycan King: [Lan Farrow]Copyright©All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Warning: this book is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. _Chapter 1The dagger whizzed across the training room, embedding itself into the right eye of Lan Farrow. "Bullseye!" A blonde witch hollered, bouncing on her feet.Loud cheers broke out around the room: "You go, Alexis!" "Nice aim, Lexi!" "What a clean shot!"Then suddenly a witch sprang up and declared loudly, silencing everyone, "Kill him! Kill the motherfucker! Slit his f*cking throat and make him bleed to death!"It was just a poster.After the beat of silence passed, all ten witches in my coven sprang up, yelling out their agreement while shooting their fists into the air. To them, the lycan king deserved no less. To me, I just wanted to go to my room. And prepare f
Cairns, Australia.Winter, 1801.LAN FARROW"Look at me when I talk to you, boy!" In spite of himself, thirteen year old Lan jerked at the harsh sound of his father's voice, his hand going to the gold ring on his finger that was given to him by his beloved mother. He fiddled with it nervously."You're growing into a man and as such should know what it entails to be one. Ever killed a game before? Ever tasted the fruits of a maiden?"Lan shook his head, his heart starting to race at the unbalanced look in his sire's eyes. He knew his mother would've sought to avoid this. Leaving him in the same room as his turbulent father."Well, today you will. Today, my son, you kill an infidel."Lan's blood ran cold. Witches were termed infidels, and killing one of the tricksy creatures would earn you an elevated position in the keep. Lan knew killing one was inevitable, only that he'd thought he wouldn't have to until he was much more older.His father's blue eyes flashed a feral yellow, reveali
PRESENT DAY,Late afternoon.WILLOW__The speakers blared once again and the slurring voice of a witch broke through, "Attention, witches. Humans will be approaching in the next five minutes. I repeat; in the next five minutes."When she went off the microphone, someone yelled downstairs, "Turn down the f*cking volume next time, Cordelia!""No!" Cordelia yelled back. "I live for the ear damage!"Slamming my door shut, I went around the large room gathering up essentials for my apparating potion. Lilies are the gateway to freedom blasted in my ears, cutting out the noise down the hall. Cordelia's Inherent gift was clairvoyance, so she would alert us of when the humans were to come.The door opened and closed. In walked my two roommates, Hellene and Corinne. I took out my headphones when Hellene started to talk to me."Hi, Lowe," she greeted. "You did great down there."Lies. "I got my ass handed to me, Hell." Hell, true to her name, had the Inherent gift of pyromamcing.She chuckled.
The clock struck a minute and all conversations around the house seized, getting replaced by the ones of the approaching humans."Mum, Miss Stacey says she wants a new doll," piped a little, red-haired child, obliviously striding through a row of shelves. A black cat walked beside her.Her mother rushed onwards, passing through the opposite wall. Her hands were filled with grocery bags. She hurriedly said, "Stacey can't say she wants a doll, honey. She's a cat.""But, mum! She told me!" From a few paces down, the mock-gasp of her dad sounded. "Honey, I think our daughter's a cat whisperer. Hey, Hailey hun, tell me what else Stacey's said."The little girl pouted. "She said it's high time you got a shave."Barking out a laugh, her dad swopped in and scooped her up, raising her high up into the air and spinning. She shrieked out endless giggles, splaying her small arms wide.Something in my chest tightened.I never had that growing up, a real family. Although I did have numerous aunts
A hush came over the hall. Heads turned, gazes reverting back to my face. My heart started to bang against my ribcage, my head growing lighter by the second. Before now, I had never considered that I could be chosen, because there was nothing to consider. I didn't have what it took. All I'd wanted was just a position to fight in the witch force; not one that'd grant me leadership.Allegra smiled down at me warmly. "Come forth, my child."I began to move, feeling very much like I was having an out of body experience. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own. The mass parted for me as I came, some squinting at the hood I'd drawn over my face, wanting to see who I was. See who I would be.My legs shook as I took one of the five steps leading up to the upraised platform. This was happening? What was Hecate thinking? Does she really think I can kill King Lan? Restore a peace that'd been sought for millenniums?She had the wrong girl.They all had the wrong girl.I stood on the podium
The next day I was woken up roughly. I opened my eyes to see a pissed Sybil. On sighting Meredith behind her, I knew I was in for a day."So it's simple," Meredith began as we hastily walked down a long corridor. "We brew a scent-concealing potion, you go to Manhattan using the apparat--""Manhattan?" I asked, my breaths shortening to a pant. Increasing my stride to keep up with her, I rushed out, "But he's in Chicago, isn't he? At Gornagon.""Our intels at the castle have informed us he has gone on a short trip to Manhattan."My brows furrowed. "Why?"Meredith made to speak but was cut off by Sybil snapping, "Can you stop asking pointless questions? The king's reason for going to Manhattan does not matter; what does is that he's there, with few protection, and that we've got to send you off to him before he leaves for Chicago tomorrow."We'd gotten to a huge oak door. Meredith worked a key in. "If it helps any, he went to Manhattan to pay a visit to one of the vampire lords, Igor.""
Although vampire helps milled about, the mansion was relatively quiet when I walked in. Shades had been pulled over the windows tightly to keep sunlight away. The only lights available in the foyer were the ones from the giant chandeliers spiralling down the high ceilings. I suppressed a jolt when a male vampire traced to stand behind me.Sliding a covert glance at my back, I realized he'd only traced to help another vampire in carrying some items. Hefting the huge painting in one hand like it weighed nothing, the vampire passed by me as he headed towards another opening across the hall.The massive twin staircases in the middle of the white-themed hall called to me. I made a beeline towards it, but slowed my pace when I felt eyes on me.The next thing I did was what I've been doing for practically my whole life; I tried to belong, tried to blend.Loosening up my shoulders while striding casually like I had all the time in the world, I noted other similarly dressed ladies walked about
He tilted his head at me, those sharp green eyes scrutinizing my face. His low voice sounded again. "Are you coming in or not?"My breaths slowed at his open attention and I found myself saying, "Yes...I am."With that he went over to his closet, taking bold strides. The mere act of him walking commanded attention. He walked with such animal grace and raw vitality. Lines of arrogance and something darkly menacing were stamped on the sharp planes of his face.He withdrew a pair of worn jeans and made to sling it on, the towel parting. I looked away on instinct. Then looked back again, my mouth drying up at the size of his junk. It was huge.Shirtless, he casually strolled over to the large chair at his reading table, seating. Eyes never leaving me, he leaned back on his chair, muscles bunching as he propped an elbow on the armrest, absently twirling the gold ring on his finger. "You know what to do," he stated plainly.My face scrunched in confusion. "What?"A black brow went up. "Do