Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King Novels & Stories

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

I am not that tired, but I know my men require some sleep to regain their composure. West Wood pack is so small compared to my kingdom. My name is King Morris of the Lycan Kingdom. My men and I are from war where we have acquired all the packs that didn't comply with us, and now we are out here protecting them from a rogue Lycan. Actually, the rogue is my brother Damon, since he couldn't be the successor of the throne after my father died.

After Beta finished speaking, Alpha Sebastian gestured for his Beta and Alpha Dominick's Beta to leave. "Ahem," he cleared his throat to grab everyone's attention. "The Lycan King has arrived." At the mention of the Lycan King's name, Aldrake stood up abruptly, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape. "The L-Lycan King is here? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" His voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of anxiety that he couldn't quite explain. "Forgive me, Alpha Aldrake, but didn't your Beta inform you that the Lycan King was also coming to visit?" The question hung in the air, and Aldrake's expression turned puzzled, as if he was indeed unaware of the Lycan King's visit

His eyes are back to their usual light brown, and he seems less menacing. The Lycan King, standing right before me, and asking me about my bruises. It can't be real. "You will let me mark you, little one," he says, and brushes my hair away from my shoulder, exposing it. A pleasant shiver runs through my body. No . . . I can't possibly be enjoying this. He starts to lean towards me, and his eyes burn a vivid gold again. His mouth opens slightly, showing powerful looking canines. A true Lycan.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

The whole thing made my stomach tight, but still I gave her a wordless nod and stepped forward before large double oak doors. Before the guards could pull the doors open, my wolf picked up a man’s voice. An announcer speaking amidst the light music playing. “…gather tonight in solemn remembrance of His Late Majesty, Lycan Kingsley Stormborn…” Kingsley? Hunt’s father. My breath caught and I looked from the guards to the maids present but none of them would meet my eye. “... and of the late Luna Vanessa, beloved mate of our Lycan King.” My pulse stuttered so violently, I gasped out loud.

His aura does have a golden kind of hue to it, but it’s dull, while Noah’s shine so bright it’s almost blinding. “What are you doing?” Alfred snarls the question. “Forgive us, Father,” Noah says contritely. “Lyric is somewhat new… a reborn Lycan. She is still learning her way, discovering her talents. They… hit at inopportune moments. She’s a memory finder.” Alfred actually pales. “Sh- she is?” Why is a king, a powerful Lycan, afraid of me? I can tell, even with his dulled aura, that he’s still a hundred times stronger and deadlier than I am.

I turned to face the window and saw a billboard showing the news about the Lycan king. At that time, the car stopped because of the red light. I looked through the window, and my eyes almost popped out when I saw the person in the news. He was the man I drank and slept with. The headline mentioned his name, and he became the Lycan king. The one nicknamed the ruthless king was like a ghost that was hardly seen. I couldn’t believe I was with him the night before, making me wonder if I was dreaming or mistaking him for someone else. I rubbed my eyes to see if I wasn’t dreaming but realized I wasn’t. He was Alpha King Axel.