Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King Novels & Stories

Another replied and I groaned but still closed my eyes there. “Are you nut? Can’t you see he is about to die? He can’t even open his eyes well anymore. Are we going to watch him die like this?” One of them said again and my heart leaped. “You are the one who’s lost his mind. Have you forgotten that he is a Lycan king and a very strong one at that? How will he die just because he is thirsty? Beings like him can go for years without taking anything and they will still be okay!” One of them finally raised his voice as he scolded the last one who spoke.

My jaw clenches as I approach the meeting room. I see Atticus ThongClaw, the Lycan king of the Northern Capital Pack, sitting at the end of the long table, and Xander next to where I'd be sitting, which is directly opposite. "Hello, Atticus," I say as I sit down. "If it isn't the bastard Alaric himself, then who dares call me outside my own kingdom to a meeting in this...penthouse, which still resides in my own nation?" His words show sarcasm, even though, if allowed, he would rip my head off this instant.

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.

The Alpha and Luna of Grey Moon had been thrown together in a union to preserve their species by their parents before they passed away. As the party had dispersed, a figure waited in the shadows. He smirks upon hearing that a baby girl had been born of both a Kolana wolf and a Mattra wolf. He had in his mind to kidnap the baby and kill the parents, the whole pack if necessary. He knew this baby would be special and could bring him more power than ever imaginable. He would become the most feared Lycan king in the world with this hybrid by his side. He would take her as his Queen when she became of age and together, they would rule the world. He knew he would have to act fast because once

No one has ever seen him, no one knows what he looks like. “Yesterday at the mall when I went shopping with Papa Kev, everyone was talking about it, even in the news on the radio, they say he’s coming to this pack,” Amara replies, cutting her chicken into tiny bits with her fingers. “Well, if you ever come across the lycan king, you stay away from him,” Liana replies with a little smile. It’s not like her granddaughter will ever come across the mysterious lycan king, the most ruthless being that has ever graced the earth. He once wiped out an entire pack for daring to stop paying their treaty to him.

He looked like a man being consumed by a shadow from the inside out. "Don't touch me," he hissed, his body jerking as a fresh wave of pain hit him. "The Rot is taking the wolf. If I shift now, I’ll kill everything in this building." I saw his hand. The claws were out, digging deep furrows into the concrete. He was the Lycan King. I knew it then. No regular Alpha had this kind of terrifying pressure in their aura. He was Killian Blackwood, the man the packs whispered about in hushed tones, the King who had gone into hiding because the madness was winning.

I was going to lose my virginity in front of my parents in the cruellest of ways. Heir to the Lycan throne, Axel the Black is a tormented king. Captured by the wicked humans who sold his siblings and hid his parents, he was abused until he overtook the humans and retrieved the Lycan throne back. Now, there’s one thing missing: a mate to continue the Lycan lineage. He purchases breeders but his dark heart beats for one person. The human princess who was once his friend and now, his slave.

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

“To the Council.” My heart dropped. “What did she say?” He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack.

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.