Chosen By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

After I said that, I faced my table and sat on the swivel chair. "You don't have a meeting schedule with her. "Matilde, who pays you?" She stopped and bowed. "I'm sorry, Rock. I was just worried about you." I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything is under control." "But what other lycans tell you, you don't control. They have minds of their own, Rock." "Matilde, they can't do anything. I am the Lycan King of the Redwood here in Luciana. If they don't agree to what I want, it's best to kick them out of here. You know what I mean."

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.

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.”

"Will be disposed of." The room fell silent at that. I swallowed hard. "He'll choose all of us," one of the other girls said finally, defiant. "Why send so many of us otherwise?" The blonde girl looked away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. This is the Lycan King we're talking about. He's a beast, an animal. He only wants what he can use, and he doesn't want to use any of us for long." I shivered, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold.

“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

“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.

BJ tells me. I let out a sigh. "There is no other way BJ, I have to find it tonight. The quicker I find it the quicker he can fix everything. I'm the alpha daughter so if I do get caught what's the worse that can happen, he's not going to hurt his baby girl." We have been trying to find the location of the lycan king every since BJ and I went to this party. We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away.

His claws hover just a hair’s breadth from tearing into his chest. “Stop!” I push, rage and fear colliding in me. He’s going to kill Ronald—no, I won’t let him. I do the most reasonable thing I can think of in that moment. “I, Zane, reject you as my lycan!” I shout, forcing the words out like a blade. Kingston freezes mid-slam. For a heartbeat everything goes quiet….too quiet. His body shudders, muscles bunching, golden eyes wavering. He snarls, but it’s different now, like a wounded animal unsure where to bite.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.