Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King Novelas e Histórias

I promised softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. I stood, resolute, and made my way toward the Lycan King’s mansion. As I entered, I was immediately swallowed by a cold, oppressive atmosphere, reflecting the dark aura hanging over the place. The mansion was in ruins—furniture broken in half, debris scattered everywhere. In the corner, amidst the chaos, I found Aaron—the Lycan King—shattered. I approached slowly, noticing the empty bottles scattered around him. His eyes, once full of life and determination, were now dull—lost in a void of despair.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

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Thea closer her eyes and she could feel herself getting into a deep slumber Suddenly a question left her mouth. "Grandma, what was the name of the King of lycans?" She asked. In the whole story, the only person who intrigued her was the King of lycans. Grandma looked at Thea shocked before she answered her question. "Ares." ***

Well, it probably wasn't a million, but it sure was a heck of a lot. “Alright, Mr. Lucas, sure, how come you wanted me to sit by you and not near my parents? Is this all a setup? Are you really the Lycan king, because I could have sworn that my grandfather, Mercury Black, is the king? He was the king of the mafia, so why isn't he the king of lycans? Why did you really want us here? Do you really have money problems and rogue problems?”

“Is everything alright?” “Yes, of course!” she said, pouring some milk into my coffee before handing it to me. “He was just looking for information.” “Information?” I repeated, bringing the coffee cup to my lips. “Apparently,” she said, “the Lycan King found his second chance mate last night in Room 14, and she’s disappeared. He’s called for a search until she’s found!” I didn’t realize I’d dropped my cup until I heard it shatter on the floor.

I couldn't appreciate that because Beta Robert was walking so fast that I had to catch up. "You will be a big asset to the lycan king…to us but the lycan king will talk to you personally for your role here," Mr. Cunningham. Role. I've never thought I could make use of the gossip I've heard back when I was at the packhouse. Everyone in the Eclipse Castle had their own role before they embraced the comfort inside the castle. Warriors. Slave. Courtesan. I just hope that I will be a slave or a warrior because I would kill myself if the lycan king wanted me to be one of his filles de joie.

Elder Cameron of the Night Hunters Pack scolded her. She bit her lips but she couldn't hide the smile on her face. "We agree with your conditions and we also believe that what you said was for Etholia's future. We suggest that you form a team that would assist you with this task. It is now your duty to choose the man who is worthy to rule beside you." King Lucius said while looking at her daughter. She nodded. "I will, father. I promise I will choose a man that could protect our kingdom." She wanted to run outside and jump to celebrate, but she was in front of the king and the elders so she walked out of the hall slowly like a princess.

"Will be disposed of." The room fell silent at that. I swallowed hard. "He'll choose all of us," one of the other girls said finally, defiant. "Why send so many of us otherwise?" The blonde girl looked away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. This is the Lycan King we're talking about. He's a beast, an animal. He only wants what he can use, and he doesn't want to use any of us for long." I shivered, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold.

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King. I stared at King Titus who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be. He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun.