Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King Novels & Stories

"I was terrified, but I never saw a werewolf like that. All I know is you look like a normal wolf but big. Not that big! You were enormous. What are you?" "I'm a Lycan—the first breed of a werewolf who roams the earth. I think I am last of my kind," Davon stood and looked afar. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, "I'm the Lycan King." I remember he mentioned that in the notebook. Lycan King. He is the king of all werewolves. I don't know what that means, but I am still shaking, seeing a real werewolf transformed right in my eyes.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

I step forward relishing in Sasha’s screams of agony like I am crushing her. "What are you doing? How?! What are you?!" She screams, trying to push herself up to look me in the eye. I smile, seeing the blood dripping from her eyes, nose, ears and corners of her mouth as she whimpers. "I’m ending you, now! I am the Lycan King son of a lycan witch and mate to the Lycan Queen, the Lycan Goddess of Death. Did you really think I don’t have power?!" I growl, hearing Bane’s voice resonate with mine as we speak as one. I step forward and kneel, reaching out grabbing her by the throat. I slowly stand and stare down into her terrified eyes, reveling in her fear, as I lift her body off the ground as sh

She turned, her cloak sweeping the floor, and then, she signaled the people behind her, giving them a sharp nod. ​ "We will wait, King Ronan. We will wait for the moment your 'sanctuary' fails. And it will fail. Because a human heart stops, but you see a Lycan’s grudge? It is eternal." As they began to exit, i took a step back, completely frozen. Now it finally clicked. I wasn't equal to anyone here. I was just a piece in their game, a pawn she was ready to sacrifice. It didn't matter how powerful Ronan was. We were playing a game where the rules were already rigged from the start.

He sits at the end of the room, looking merciless with his broad shoulders and black tailored suit stretching across his body like a second skin. Holy shit! It…it’s Varkos Draven. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack—the most feared and powerful Lycan in Bleeding Rose Country. They say he once ripped a man apart only for talking back at him, much worse was the fact that he has never once taken a mate because no woman alive can survive his darkness. Still…I can’t stop myself from looking away, not when he’s watching me with those piercing green eyes that has knocked me weak to the knees. Stop staring at him, GINNIE!

Through my blurry gaze, I saw him stepping over Alpha Grayson, which earned a lot of violent and shocked reactions for disrespecting him. “We beg for your forgiveness, your highness. We failed to recognize you.” Whispers from the people I grew up with reached my ear. “Is that really the second prince? I heard he's apathetic and ruthless, but why does he seem so playful?” “Don't let that fool you. Lycans are a lot stronger than werewolves and he can crush our skulls with bare hands.” “I heard he's killed so many, so you better keep your mouth shut because he can hear you.”

The peace of the inner sanctum was a fragile illusion, shattered by the heavy tread of combat boots on the hardwood floors outside our bedroom. I was sitting on the rug, watching Leo and Maya attempt to teach Toby how to "stalk" a stuffed wolf, when the doors hissed open. Killian walked in, but he wasn't the softened father who had held my hand just hours ago. He was the Lycan King, his face a mask of cold, sharp granite. In his hand, he crushed a piece of heavy parchment embossed with a crimson wolf head.

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.

The instant Leah crossed my mind, a burning void seared through my chest. Her name no longer brought pleasure; it only left behind... relentless pain. This is it, isn't it? I thought to myself. This is how I will spend the rest of my life. Trapped in agony. Lucian noticed me too. He shot me a dark, meaningful glance and continued, "...The Lycan King was a figure of immense strength and unyielding will, a leader who elevated our pack to unprecedented heights of power and prosperity. The kingdom thrived under his rule, but hidden beneath the surface lay dark, unspeakable secrets that now cast a shadow over his legacy..."

Then Suzan continued, "My dad was the Alpha king. He married Dylan's mother first. They were living happily together until Lycans entered their lives. Dylan was only four years old when they attacked the pack. Almost everything was over at that time. My dad didn't know what to do, he tried to save his pack and his family. He was the Alpha so he could not just run away with his family. He tried his best to stop the Lycans. Lycans are the king of werewolves. They are very powerful creatures. They are born to rule the werewolves' world. At that time they did not want our dad to rule the kingdom of the north. The Lycan king tried to attack again but his sister stopped him. She told her brother t