Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King Novels & Stories

“I guess you know that already since the wolf called me by my name earlier.” “Naia,” I repeat, savoring the sound of her name. “It suits you.” She yawns again, her eyes fluttering closed before snapping open. “Wait, where are we going?” “To rest,” I assure her. “We’ll be at the palace before you know it.” Her eyes snap open wider this time. “Palace?” I grin, knowing the next revelation will leave her reeling. “I’m the Lycan King of the western territory.”

I murmured quietly into the night. Marcus’s voice thundered through my mind. ‘Now you have it.’ My eyes burned gold as the full weight of my rage settled into place. Cold. Focused. Unstoppable. “Congratulations,” I whispered into the darkness. “You just started a war with a king who has nothing left to lose.” And gods help the monster who thought he could take my children— Because I was about to show him exactly what a Lycan King does to anyone who threatens his family.

I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard. “Bruce, we need Adam back, bud,” Joshua looks at me. “Bruce,” Lucas looks at me. “Come on man, give Adam control.” “I need to see my king,” I drop the wizard. I am a loyal Lycan of Royal Blood. My allegiance to my King is absolute. Above all, even to Adam. I kneel next to my King. “Oh, great Caesar, I come to pay tribute.” I can feel my King in there. He has been restless all day. Something about my mate has him stirring.

I echoed in disbelief, earning a glare from him. “I thought you rejected her," I reminded him, just in case he had forgotten. "And who the hell are you to speak?" He asked, hatred boldly visible in his eyes, for me, but I couldn't care less. “Nita's second chance mate, and the Lycan King, of the greatest Crystal light pack," A voice replied, and we all turned to know who it was.

I'd overslept, my body still recovering from the night run with Theodore and the overwhelming sensations of the mate bond we'd discovered. My fingers trembled slightly as I finished the call with Liam, our senior security trainer back at Blood Moon. The weight of responsibility never quite left, even here in the gleaming heart of the Royal City, hundreds of miles from my territory's borders. I hung up, my stomach growling a reminder that I'd missed the first half of breakfast, and that a certain Lycan King would be waiting.

If Milana's father has hired even Wendigos to his cause, what else lurked out there, waiting to strike? "You said Dorian wants me, did you not?" I addressed the first sentinel who was wiping the Wendigo's blood from his blade. "Yes, Your Majesty." The man nodded. "Take me to him. There is no need for this unnecessary bloodbath." "Absolutely not," Eva retorted, latching onto my hand. "The man seems psychotic. He will waste no time trying to kill you. You might be the Lycan king, but even you are not capable of shifting without the full moon. From what I have heard, that rule does not seem to apply to Milana's father. I know you want to fix things. But going there without any form of defense i

facing him eye to eye until I felt pain in my bite marks. I held my back and was almost bending my knees when Rozen caught me in his arms. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah." I lied, because the more the man looked at me the more the pain in my back killed me. "It's finally nice to meet you, Ms. Klay Rose Green." The man handed his hand to me. "I am the current lycan king."

“Fa-fa-father… arghh…” Amanisa’s low whimpers reached my ears again. I hovered above her body, not knowing where to touch her without causing her pain. “Don’t send me… away. Do-do-don't do-” Amanisa cried out, shaking vigorously on the bed she had been lying on for the past three days. I sat beside her, held her hand, and began to whisper soothing words to her. “Don't make me leave, Lycan King…” I wondered if she could sense me as she cried out more clearly. She obviously just called me by my title. I had many questions about my mystery addiction but for now, I held her and whispered

Monarch Miller Jones’s point. In the heart of the mystical Lycan realm, where moonlight wove secrets and shadows danced with desire, there existed a king unlike any other. His name echoed through the ancient forests, whispered with both reverence and fear: King Miller. I stretched my limbs once I woke up from the hot and tiring sex with Tina, the pack slut, and my current bed partner for a good fuck. She provided me with coitus (sex) anytime, anywhere, and whenever I was horny. I got up from my bed and took my shower before getting dressed. My name is Miller Reid Jones. I am the Lycan king. I was born as a Lycan. My father was the former Lycan king. He was courageous, noble, and the most pow

Opening her eyes, it dawned on her. She didn't hit the ground. Looking up a bit, she met his charming face: thick jaw, deep brown eyes, sharp nose, and a bloody lip. This description suits no one else than Alpha Raymond, the Lycan king known for his deadly acts. “If you wish to end your miserable life, then it's okay, but not in my company,” he dropped her down, and she turned around. Her stupid mind didn't think through; trying to commit suicide in a company, wasn't smart at all.