Chosen By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

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

He reached his head out to speak to the men outside in a language I couldn't understand as my head swarmed with questions toppled with anxiety. This is getting scarier than I envisaged. If he's already getting married to another bride that means I don't stand a chance. One thing I knew about Lycans was how audacious they were. And their strength will be multiplied by three when compared to the strength of an average werewolf, not to mention one of the royal bloodlines. As I looked outside to the bus, I caught the snide looks the men were giving me causing ripples of fear to spiral through me. If the King doesn't want me, who else will? And this is his people, they follow his footsteps. Am I

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.

You didn't mean that, did you? " Now imagine what would happen when Larry finds out..." my throat parched as my eyes ran through the hall, where Larry blew a kiss at me. " He would toss you out of his life, the lycan council would never want someone whose heritage isn't confirmed to be their rightful queen, one who was abandoned." His hands dug into my shoulders. " That is why you will reject Larry and go back to Bernard, you can have him while Zara get the lycan king, it is the little that you should do"

“I hate a mate, Allister. You know this.” Allister gave me a menacing look and I knew then I had made a mistake. He stood up and got into my face. Not putting his hands on me unlike usual. “That pathetic mutt is not your mate, Seraphina. I am. You are to be my Queen. I am the Lycan King and what I say supersedes any alpha.” This couldn’t be happening. Lycans were in fairy tales. They weren’t real. Yes in fairy tales they had the power to make the decision to mark whom ever they wanted. Even those who were marked. But they had to have good reason in order for the mark to take.

Her mother's instincts were too strong to know what kind of person her son was. Damian just looked away, thinking about what to tell next so that he could avoid choosing anyone in the ceremony. Eliza gently put her hand on his which was resting on the table and made him look her in the eye. " You are a Lycan King, we don't randomly just select anyone to be our mate, it's our destiny and heart which makes us identify the real mate. If you have already found your mate, it's only normal for you not to select anyone ", She understood the feelings of her son without him saying anything.

I sighed, "If I only become Queen there, then what will I do? Living in the palace alone. That dusty field is not beautiful at all." Dominic laughed, his hand patting the steering wheel repeatedly. Meanwhile, Thalita was curious and asked me to take her there. How can I bring her, because we are not traveling? Bringing her is the same as me delivering her to the gate of the afterlife. "Lucan takes you to the battlefield where the Lycans will kill traitors or werewolves who don't want to submit to him. The Lycan hierarchy is very clear and ruthless. They don't hesitate to overthrow the King if the opportunity arises. Just like your father, the fierce and brave sigma did step forward to take t

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!”

Matteo shot a glare at Elder Alfred but still went to sit down. “Beloved alphas, betas, lunas who have come from various packs all over the world, the Lycan Kingdom welcomes you all. We are all gathered here to witness the final selection process for the Lycan Queen, and we of the Lycan Kingdom send our deepest gratitude.” He paused a little before continuing. “Our contestants: Lady Nina Parke, soldier of the Lycan female army, daughter of Minister Gale, and Lady Myra, soldier of the Lycan female army.”

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.