Chosen By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side.

It made a sick kind of sense once I understood their strategy. They knew that killing me would be difficult, that a Lycan King was hard to put down even with superior numbers and firepower. But they also understood that hurting Vera would destroy me more effectively than any bullet or blade, that watching my mate die would break something inside me that could never be repaired. A Lycan King who'd lost his mate was a creature of pure rage and grief, unable to think strategically or lead effectively, consumed by the need for vengeance to the exclusion of all else.

The room fell silent, all eyes on him. “It is an honor to stand before you tonight,” he began, his voice steady and commanding. “Today marks the beginning of my rule as Alpha. But no Alpha can lead alone.” My heart swelled as I realized what was coming. “I have listened to the wisdom of my elders and the needs of my pack. They’ve told me that to lead, I must choose a partner—a Luna who will stand by my side and guide us all into the future.” The crowd erupted into cheers, and I stood, tears brimming in my eyes.

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

“No words can describe the anguish we must all be experiencing. Someone we thought was for us, but was actually against us. He had been plotting the downfall of my family and the Goda pack for years. But at last, his evil deeds were exposed.” “This will serve as a warning to all members of the pack. Loyalty to the pack and the throne comes first and I will not hesitate to kill anyone that tries to come against me or mine.” His voice shook with fury. “For I am the Lycan King, chosen by the moon goddess, herself.” Chanda grimaced as she watched him preach to his members about being favored. Though she felt sad thinking about how his mother was feeling now that she knew who killed her husband a

If Julian was to choose a different Alpha female as his queen, it would not bode well with Blacksword and their allies. “He is the Lycan King,” Lyra said. “He can do whatever he likes.” “Just give him a chance,” Rae said. She was not a fan of the negative thoughts in Lyra's head and kept insisting Lyra was being over suspicious for nothing. “You are easy,” Lyra told her. “A few sweet words and you are a sucker.” Rae snickered. “I was not the one clinging to him last night and calling him mine.” “Shut up,” Lyra grumbled.

she said firmly. The old lady ignored Brinsle at first. “Lucinda’s orders,” Brinsle said. “No one is to touch him before he’s branded. And even then, he’ll be given to the virgins first.” The woman stopped at that. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “The virgins?” she said, her voice sad. “Yes,” Brinsle replied. “He’s the Lycan King. His seed is powerful. We can’t waste it on old, dried up wombs.”

"That isn't my fault." "I didn't say it was," he said, and let it go. He was already working out how to get back in front of Lockhart when the ballroom shouted. A crash. A tray going down. Then the whole room at once, a current moving to one door, and Kade walked back in. A man in livery was up on a chair. The Lycan King was choosing his princess a husband. The old wolf was coming to the border lands himself, in a matter of days, to hold a Selection, and the summons had already gone out to every pack that could get an alpha on the road inside the week.

“It’s… Choosing Night for the Lycan King, and Naomi is invited.” “No,” Dad whimpers. “She’s demanded to come.” Silence spreads in the living room. I can’t say I blame them. Even I get a shiver running down my spine. Choosing Night is a Lycan ceremony, a party where the Lycan King gathers all the eligible brides in the land and chooses a bride. This doesn’t seem to be a bad tradition in itself.