Novel & Cerita Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King

I murmured quietly into the night. Marcus’s voice thundered through my mind. ‘Now you have it.’ My eyes burned gold as the full weight of my rage settled into place. Cold. Focused. Unstoppable. “Congratulations,” I whispered into the darkness. “You just started a war with a king who has nothing left to lose.” And gods help the monster who thought he could take my children— Because I was about to show him exactly what a Lycan King does to anyone who threatens his family.

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.

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

Alpha Bram clicked his tongue. “Spit it out!” “It wasn’t just any Lycan. Bram, It was him. The Lycan King.” Bram’s expression flickered a menacing glare in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, shewing the woman away. She stood and swiftly exiting the room. He was now fully invested in what I had to say now. “The Lycan King you say? What was he doing so far from his territory?” “He slaughtered them all. All nineteen of them, easily like it was just another Tuesday. I barely escaped.His power… he moved different than before. ” I trailed off, Bram listened in annoyance.

I half-yelled and cupped my mouth before realizing this beast can still rip me into pieces. He took out his large claws and sliced through my arm. I winced in pain. A throbbing pain shot through my arm. “The lycan king never makes mistakes!”

They looked like ordinary hands, pale and small and trembling. "I do not feel like a witch." "Your powers are suppressed. They will return in time." He leaned back in the chair. "The ones who hunted your people were the ancestors of the Lycan King. His family has held the throne for centuries. They are responsible for the death of your people." "Lycan King?" "A tyrant. He rules the seven realms with fear and violence. He turns into a horrendous beast on full moon nights and kills everything in his path. He wants you dead because you are the only one who can break his power."