Bound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

The entire village had been apprised of the Lycan King’s presence and we all mobbed the entrance area— warriors in front and villagers at the far back, waiting for that Scrote to show himself. The feeling couldn’t be mistaken. I could feel it deep within my chest that he was close by. The power of the mate bond couldn’t be misjudged— the disturbing twist. “I’m.. I’m scared.” Andrea muttered beside me and I turned to look at her, perfectly understanding why she would be frightened. The Lycan King had almost taken her life once before so she was still scarred with the memory. “You don’t have to be, Andrea. I won’t let him hurt you or anyone here.” I held her hand. “I promise.” I told her.

"You are now tied in bond, in body, mind and soul. You may kiss the bride." I was still marveled at how the Kycan King effortlessly had Morris by his side as his mate now. Morris, my former attendant, now the Lycan Queen. I watched as they pressed their lips together in a faint kiss, not more than a second before Morris stepped back, her cheeks red and her lip glossy.

"And Ryder not having a mate is the cause." "Yes," Orion replied with a small nod. "The Lycan King title isn't just a title held by the strongest alpha. Anyone who takes up the title of the Lycan King is meant to be a tether between the physical world and the spirit world. That tether is strengthened by the presence of a mate and Ryder staying without one is bringing upon the spirit world, it's death.

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king. Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from. Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.

He hissed, turning back toward the man in front of us. His face went pale, and his throat bulged. “Lord Zaynx Valemount,” he gasped. Everyone’s attention was fixed on us, and my heart sank as the name sank in. Zaynx Valemount—the Lycan beast king of Dark Hollow Pack. One of the richest and deadliest packs in the werewolf faction. As the rumors said, he was a man of no mercy. And I had just dumped my drink on him. My knees quickly hit the floor, head bowed, panting. “King Zaynx Valemount, I’m so sorry. My behavior earlier …”

In Silverstone we knew the Lycans the way you know a weather system, by reputation and by what they left behind when they moved through. They were older than wolves. Rarer. And regarded, I had always understood, the way mountains were regarded, not with affection but with the specific respect reserved for things that could flatten you without particularly trying. I kept my eyes on the window and tried to think practically. What I knew: His name was Zion Valdris. He was the Lycan King, which meant every creature with any sense of self-preservation was at least slightly afraid of him. He had paid an absurd amount of money for me, money that Edward had named as a deterrent and Zion had paid wit

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

Zaria was thrashing weakly against the tangled, sweat-soaked sheets, her dark hair plastered to her pale forehead, small whimpering gasps tearing from her dry lips as the herbal tincture tore the remaining nightshade venom from her blood. In two long strides, the Lycan King crossed the floor, dropping heavily to his knees beside the mattress. He wanted to hug her fragile body into his arms and male her f*e his warmth. He wanted to press himself into her badly just the way he has always imagined but he couldn't. He didn't want to scare her or do anything that would make her hate him at this point.