Claimed By The Lycan King: The Lykoudis Legacy Novels & Stories

Kaiden inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Proceed.” “People say the Lycan King is a man that has lived for over a thousand years. Even after living for so many years, the moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate. So they say he attends every banquet even if he's uninterested only because he was in search of his mate.” Oliver said in one breath. “What if his mate is from our pack?”

She turns me around, slides her hand on my cheek and whispers. “Don’t give up yet, Izzy. I contacted the new Lycan King. He is coming Izzy, he is coming to save us… Please hold on just a little longer…” My heart seems to miss a beat and something stirs within my head when Kyria mentions the new Lycan King and that he is coming, but I don’t think I have that long left within me. Kyria snaps her head toward the door, leans over and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before turning me back around and then she disappears. My heart sinks as I hear his voice.

One of the older council members whispered under his breath, though everyone could still hear him. “The Lycan King…” My heart skipped. For a moment, I thought I had misheard him. Lycan… King? The words rang loudly in my mind. Slowly, I turned my head and looked up at Luciano. He stood beside me as if none of this mattered. As if the entire council standing in front of him meant nothing. The realization slowly sank into my chest like a stone dropping into deep water. Luciano wasn’t just an Alpha. He was something far above that.

"If you have something to say, request for a permission to leave the dungeon so that you can engage in a free and fair tussle with me." Lydia grew quiet, and Gord continued from where he had stopped, smiling at the level of silence he was dealt with. "The king demands all of your presence. So, prepare yourself to meet the great Lycan King of our kingdom!" As soon as Gord left, Lydia rose again to speak. And, before she could mutter a word, I told her to shut her mouth. I told her to sit down since she was not brave enough to challenge Gord when he was around. Ten minutes later, we were all gathered in the private room of the Lycan King. He stood up from his grand throne and walked around lik

"Friendship and empty assurances are not my concern. That is not who I am. My path is forged by actions, not mere words. Allow me to share a story with you, one that reveals the resilience of a Lycan king." As Lucian's words reach my ears, a part of me can't help but be intrigued. What story does he hold within his grasp? Would it be enough to convince the pack members? His tone carries an air of detachment, reflecting his stoic nature. “There was once a Lycan king, a figure of unparalleled strength and unshakeable determination. He faced insurmountable hardships and waged wars with unwavering resolve. Countless battles left him marked and scarred, but he remained unyielding in his fight for

That was apparently passed down to us, their heirs. The last kingdom belongs to the Lycans, ruled by a powerful Lycan king, a man feared and revered by all. His lands stretch several miles across the borders. We were not enemies, we were not friends either, but even I know that I am no match for him. Regardless of that, I would still confront him if I found out he was in possession of something of mine.

his beta said, waiting for further instruction. “Go on,” the man said to Ansaldo. The beta released Ansaldo. He immediately collapsed to the ground. "Yo...your Majesty..." he uttered in disbelief, his lips trembling. "You…you're the Lycan King!" What? Was that true? This mysterious man was the Lycan King?! “So the rumors are true! The Lycan King’s really back!” “But that’s not possible! The Lycan King's been gone for over a hundred years!”

“You’re a king and the last of your kind.” “This still doesn’t make sense.” I shook my head finding it hard to digest the information I had received. "If anything lycans are extinct." "That's what everyone believes but before my great grandfather, grandfather, and father were killed they shared a secret only they kept with me." She said. "They told me the reason why they were so strong, everyone believed they were just very skilled werewolves but that wasn't the case, they were lycans descendants of the great king Alexander."

"It means something different. We have gifts the alphas do not possess. We are healers, nurturers, survivors. Do not let them convince you that you are worthless." Her words are kind, but they cannot erase a lifetime of being told I am a mistake. I squeeze her hand, grateful for her compassion even if I cannot believe her reassurance. After Mary leaves, I force myself to eat a little. I will need my strength for what is coming. That night, I couldn't sleep. I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow will bring. I have heard stories about the Lycan King. They say he murdered his own uncle to take the throne. They say he tears apart enemies with his bare hands. They say

I already knew that part … now, what about the rest? “Your brilliant brain figured it out. But I’m not just the alpha of this pack, Leah. I’m much more than that." He paused, letting the weight of his next words settle over us like snow. “I’m the Lycan King.” I shook my head automatically, even as something inside me recognized the truth of it. “Lycans are extinct.” His smile widened, just slightly. “And yet here I am.”