Became King After Being Bitten Novels & Stories

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.

Aria’s POV “There was a time, like some months ago, when the King was poisoned.” My breath caught. “Poisoned?” She nodded quickly, her eyes wide. “Yes, but thanks to the Moon that it didn’t end his life, but it was so close to killing him. The healers said it was from his meal that someone poisoned the king’s meal. Someone wanted him dead.” My chest tightened, “And no one found out who it was?” Cassia shook her head, her hair swaying against her shoulder.

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.

he shook his head looking disgusted. “You are worse than a dog, you have no loyalty at all, yet you go around acting all high and mighty to us as if you are better, yet you are the biggest snake of all!” “That is enough!” that was the Lycan king arriving. Maybe one of the doctors told him about Victoria giving birth. Maybe he too wanted to see the miracle of pups being born after so many decades. “’Here comes your owner.”

And standing there amidst the celebration, amidst the noise and chaos, I found myself staring at the victorious King once more. Bloodied. Wounded. Exhausted. Yet undefeated. Just as everyone claimed. Just as the stories described. Just as he had promised. And for reasons I still didn't fully understand, relief washed through me all over again. Because despite every wound covering his body— Despite how close the battle had seemed at certain moments— Despite all the dangers surrounding him— The Lycan King had not fallen. And somehow, that mattered far more to me than it should have.