Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, that graciousness was often mistaken for weakness. Maximus hissed at my silence, taking my amusement for agreement. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “If you are still wasting our time waiting for the mythical daughter of prophecy, then you are going to wait until all of us are dead. We all know the legend, Raguel. The prophesied female who is supposed to make an alpha the most powerful being alive—the first true Lycan in the history of the world. But it’s a fairy tale. A children’'s story.” The room went quiet as Maximus gestured dismissively toward the ceiling.

Max cleared his throat and began to explain, "We found the man who attacked Emma last night. He was holed up in an abandoned building on the outskirts of town. We went in and found him hiding in a corner, trying to nurse his wounds." Samantha and Emma leaned forward in their seats, eager to hear more. "He didn't put up much of a fight," Max continued. "But he did give us some information.” At this point, he turned to Lucas, seeking a go-ahead order. Lucas cleared his throat, capturing the attention of everyone at the table. "The man who attacked Emma last night was a worshiper and disciple of a long-forgotten Lycan legend and self-acclaimed god known as Alaric," he began, pausing for effect.

Lola screams as she comes running in. She flicked on the tv and there was Finn, mid shift on the news channel. You could hear the crew screaming as he turned into his Lycan. You could hear the cracking of his bones as he howled. The Alpha’s were silent as Finn becomes his true self. “What do we do?” Lola whispers

the other one he called Roy replied. “Are you serious? One is a Lycan, the other one is a werewolf!" “I know! But then werewolves or Lycans still need a few hours to recuperate!” “Lycans are different, Roy!” “I don’t want to argue about this right now, Greg!” the other werewolf yelled and then muttered, “Maybe we should call for backup." "Are you dumb? Alpha wanted us to make this quiet! We have to do this alone. And try not to mess it up this time. Kill the two-colored-eye freak and cripple the other one. We must deliver her alive!" the driver said.

The Lycan prince’s eyes were on her and Kole couldn’t help but notice this, his patience was wearing thin. The room was tense with silence, and Alpha Orion’s voice broke it. “I’m sorry for my son’s behavior. He sometimes behaves like a spoiled child, I should be blamed for that.” Alpha Orion apologized to the Lycan king- king Nico and his son, prince Silas. The Lycans had been invited for a festival that the Nightshade pack celebrates every year, which happened the previous night. To keep the bond fresh with the Lycan kingdom, Alpha Orion had always invited them. Having the Lycans as friends is like having a whole army backup in case trouble that couldn’t be handled comes the packs way. They

“And every month, when I wasn’t… he would beat me as if that could force my body into giving him what he wanted.” “He knew.” Cain says. “That’s probably why he set such an absurd reward for finding you.” “I guess so.” I shrug. That knowledge isn’t exactly inspiring. “And that doesn’t mean you can’t have pups.” Aeron states and I look back at him at the tone he’s used. “But…” “You can’t have his pups. And that makes sense, he’s a Mutt. We are Alphas.” I gulp, my eyes are so wide right now. I think I’m trembling again. They want the same thing as Silas. They want these Lycan offspring too. I’m just a walking womb to these people. A gestational test tube.

I chuckled and looked at him, “I am guilty.” “I can understand but your wolf is powerful among any of them. You need special training to control him.” the Alpha stated. “What do you mean?” “Onyx! In clear words, I saw your wolf. A black wolf!” “What is so clear about it, I mean I know I am a black werewolf. What is so special about it?” I asked him. Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.”

CHAPTER FIVE SALVATORE VULKOV “You should be in London,” Slade tells me as we walk down the street. As the Lycan Alpha of the New York BloodFang Pack, my priority has always been my Pack, the safety of my people and the continuous progress of our culture. Most people consider us a curse, but I know we are a blessing; we’re stronger, smarter, and better. We’re also a threat to humans, and their never-ending greed.

He quickly understood what had happened. He said gently to me, “It’s just a stone, and if it really couldn’t be found, I would buy you a new one anytime. In this castle, as long as you declare your identity as the Luna, all the servants should serve you. Did they all ignore you as the Luna?” When he spoke, the air itself seemed to turn cold, and everyone could feel the Alpha’s anger. This was his great oppressive mental power as an Alpha. Besides, like me, Alex was a Lycan with great power.

he pleaded like the coward he was. “I am the Jolene, Ruler of the Lycans, the Lycan King. Rightful Mate of Alpha Maverick. You hurt my pack, you hurt my brother, and you hurt my mate. Yet you have the audacity to ask me to show you mercy,” she scoffs, “I will show you the same treatment that you showed my people. You shall be starved and beaten every day in the prison until you give up. Guards, take him away, I want to hear his screams from the prison.”