Bound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Snatching her wrist, I break her limb and rip out her throat before she could howl. In an instant, I felt three powerful people stand behind me. I knew who they belonged too. Warm, steel-like arms curl around my waist. My mate pulls me back from the very naked rogue before me. "I have no problem cleaning the entire forest of you lunatics," the Kings' voice was promising, dark and cold. His skin felt hotter than the average temperature, and I know his wolf is fighting to the surface. "Leave now," his tone was commanding. No wolves, regardless of their classification, can fight the command of a Lycan King.

His fingers are the darkest, and at the tips, vicious claws stand ready. Slowly, he brings up the clawed hand until it's looking Ragnar in the face. "I warned you," the Lycan King growls. "You do not mess around with what belongs to me." "My King—" Ragnar doesn't get to finish the words, because they morph into a shrill, ear-piercing howl of pure pain as the king brings down his claws with a bone-chilling finality. Blood splatters against the white pillar, and I turn around and press my face against Anton's chest, not wanting to see the rest.

When Kiyan and I were much younger and more naïve than we now were, my grandmother would sit us down in front of the fireplace every night and tell us a story. It never changed and always began with the same person- Lycaon. He was said to be the first of the lycans, cursed to shapeshift into a wolf by Zeus. The reason? He tried to serve the great and powerful Zeus human flesh. Furious with Lycaon’s trickery, Zeus cursed him. From there the lycan curse spread. Lycans would bite humans, cursing them to the same fate. Eventually, word had spread about these strange shape-shifting creatures. And so, a war broke out between the humans and lycans, both believing that the world had no place for the

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.

"Why are they so against this? Some of them are just wolves as well, so why won't they allow me to be their Queen?" Carolina shook her head slowly. "That's the thing, Hailey. Lycans are special so they believe they are the only ones allowed to be their King and Queen. Anything else is a disgrace to the kingdom they believe in. They don't think normal wolves are strong enough to rule. It's an old ancient belief that hasn't been abolished and if you and Hunter never fix this, it might go on for another hundred years." Oh my god. This was so awful. Just then, the door was kicked down and both Carolina and I squealed in shock, but recovered when we saw that it was just Hunter.

It’s like when he has loyalty to offer, she, on the other hand, has nothing but disloyalty and betrayal on her skin. “You’re too old to know what’s right from wrong, Alora. I hope you put that in your mind sometimes.” But Alora wasn’t listening anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the wrestle between the Lycan king and the alpha. Which, fortunately, was leaning in towards the alpha’s victory. TheLycan king was on the ground now, Brayden holding him down. “Surrender your defeat, Lycan king!” – Brayden ordered with his claw raised up

Unknown “ We have found her, finally,” one of my men said. Looking out of the window I smiled. Finally, I thought, you will pay off what your mother wasn't able to give us. “ What should we do now?” He asked. “ Nothing,” I said. “ Why, she already has a mate,” he added. “ Who is it?” I asked through gritted teeth. “ The Lycan king,” he replied. Closing my eyes I took a sharp intake of breath. This is going to be a war. A war no one has ever witnessed and all the bloodshed will be on your name Susan, I thought in my head.

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!”

He looked at me with absolute disgust and hatred and I couldn’t help but feel pain in my chest. Just as I turned to take a proper look at the Lycan King, my heart skipped a million times again. For the very first time, I felt like I couldn't breathe. It didn't seem possible. A million thoughts raced through my mind, but none of them made any sense. How could the stranger I had met and hooked up with for one night at the bar actually be the Lycan King, my stepbrother’s best friend? As the king finally looked into my eyes, it felt like time froze. His intense blue eyes stared back at me, showing he recognized me as he likely realized he had let himself sleep with one of his servants.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."