Became King After Being Bitten Novels & Stories

Her genuine mate was Ethan, while our mate bond was formed as the result of the curse. Christopher also explained that the reason why everyone was easily charmed by Joye's appearance and character was because of the blood flowing in her veins. The Lycan king was the leader of the Lycans, and once the leader was under the influence of a charm, the subjects were bound to follow suit. This particular theory seemed a little sketchy, but it was believable too. Joye was kind and lovable, people being charmed by her character might not necessarily be because of some curse.

His gaze remained fixed on Austin’s lifeless face, each second fueling the inferno of rage burning in his chest. "Elizabeth," Tina hissed the name like a curse. "The so-called Greenwood heir. The one born of a traitor mother. The one who walks with creatures of darkness. And Christian—" Her lips curled into a sneer. "The Vampire King, who has no regard for life. They killed your son, Alpha. Your blood. Your only son." Her words were honeyed venom, each syllable was like a needle that pricked Brannon’s mind.

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.

He dropped the wine glass in his hands on the table and leaned forward. "The Lycan King has a mate now, a Luna?" the elder asked and I nodded slowly. Suddenly, his expression changed as a smile spread across his face. He rose from his seat, falling his wine glass and spilling the content all over the clothe covered table. Looking up at the ceiling, he screamed, "the Lycan King has a mate now, praise be to the moon goddess." "I don't think you should celebrate something like this, Elder Hugh," I shouted as I too rose from my seat.

"Yes, I think I can. I mean you had to inject me with wolfsbane before. This time it is a fair fight with no external help from your guards." The king snaps and charges at Andrew. Andrew barely has time to change into his wolf. King Christian tries to land a hit but Andrew keeps dodging. Andrew turns around and starts biting at the king. Andrew sees an opening and takes it. He bites down on the king's leg. The king is screaming in pain. Andrew lets go and stands over the king. He looks into the king's eyes and bites down on his neck. All the vampires start screaming. Feeling the king's bond break. They know that the king is dead. Prince Victor walks towards the front.

“Only in Reet, but he's a werewolf, a werewolf with his own quirks and habits. And when a victim suddenly appears in the forest, he gathers his subjects for a feast and always attacks first. And it doesn't kill right away. He likes the still living hot blood running into his mouth, and the victim's heart continues to beat while he bites into her flesh with his teeth ... Or rather, he liked it. Yarsi shivered shiveringly. “Are you saying that I was bitten by Alato himself?” - Bitten, and you killed him. And by the law of Reeta, you became his heir. So congratulations, you are the new king of the cursed forest! - No no no. Don't joke like that, - Yarsi groaned muffledly and did not notice how

It wasn't enough. I watched him go down — not killed, I registered with desperate relief even as horror flooded through me, but overwhelmed, restrained, bound with something that pulsed with the same wrongness I'd felt in Vasha's cavern, a King who'd survived ancient presences and possessed commanders and gathering after gathering of enemies finally, brutally overpowered by sheer numbers and old, practiced technique.

he continued, voice velvet-smooth, “how you became king? How the elders suddenly turned to you after your parents’ deaths?” The poison clawed at my veins, burning from the inside out. I forced the words through clenched teeth. “What are you talking about? I was my fathers son, it’s only normal that they crowned me king after him.” “Well, I was your fathers son too. I was your fathers eldest son... illegitimate son, but they still chose you.” My world tilted, all these while I thought he was my cousin whereas he was my brother? “No!” I shook the thought away. “That can’t be! You're lying!”

The pain was unimaginable, searing through his body like wildfire. O'Horan's heart raced as he turned towards his king's piercing cries. His eyes widened in horror as he caught sight of the snake coiled around Aldrich's neck. He clutched the hilt of his sword, instincts taking over as he sprinted towards his fallen majesty. "What in the gods' name has happened, sire?" O'Horan shouted, his voice dripping with concern and urgency. "What happened to you your highness?" The king struggled to speak, his face pale and contorted with pain. "Snake... bitten... help me," he managed to gasp, his voice weak and barely audible.

It felt so soothing and it helped to wash away all of the scent attached to our encounter with the king. After I was done, I stood in front of the large mirror, my wet hair dangling towards my waist. Today was so long and filled with eventful events that I wouldn't want to experience again. After Benjamin, Madison and Riley, I never expected to encounter something like this again. I had to admit, I never expected I'd ever survive this. Afterall, it was the KING! I touched the spot on my neck he had bitten through. If I didn't have Veloxin in my system, there's no way I would ever live through that.