Curves And Claws:the Lycan King's Relentless Claim นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I got into the best defensive stance I could muster as the wolves began to attack me. Piercing pain shot up my arms and legs from the bites of the rogues’ sharp teeth. A loud snarl echoed in the clearing making the rogues and myself look around. That was when I saw it. Red glowing eyes, razor sharp teeth, and a massive black wolf on two legs. I’d never seen a Lycan before but there was no mistaking who the Lycan was. It was the King. As soon as he took a step further into the clearing, his eyes met mine and in an instant I was met with darkness.

A twisted smile crept upon the leader's lips as he responded, his voice laced with venomous confidence, "We shall exploit her love for her pack. We shall set a trap—a decoy that will lure her into our clutches. Their union should be spat upon. She was supposed to be with someone better. Someone like me. Once she is within our grasp, we shall have her blood and our victory." The chilling plan hung heavy in the air as the Black Wolves reveled in the anticipation of their impending triumph. Their dark desires and thirst for power united them in this unholy purpose. With their weapons of hunting, forged by a blend of dark magic and ancient rituals, they were prepared to lay waste to any who stoo

His breath came in ragged gasps as he closed in on the hidden meeting place. Silently, Tyler moved through the underbrush, hidden by the darkness. His eyes narrowed as he watched a group of figures gathered in a clearing, their voices filled with malice and hatred. They spoke of betrayal and murder, their intentions laid bare before him. His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, his fangs bared in a fierce snarl. With a burst of fury, Tyler leaped into the clearing, his presence igniting chaos among the conspirators. They recoiled in fear, their eyes wide with surprise as they faced the Lycan king, their plans unraveled by his timely arrival.

"Watch your tongue. You're in no position to be clever." I wrenched my face away, ignoring the pain. "And you're in no position to touch me. I'm not your mate. I never was." His nostrils flared, anger flashing across his features before he schooled them back to artificial pleasantness. "We have a difference of opinion there. One that will be resolved shortly. You're an alpha female, after all. You'll give me the most powerful pups. And these lovely Lycans behind me," he gestured to his companions, "cannot abide by the King being bound to a wolf."

It’s like he wants to see the mark he left on me. I don’t understand what’s happening. So, I decide that I must wait to find out what this humiliation means and why must he do this. Suddenly, he turns around. His towering figure retreats while I notice the dark aura that clings to him. The color of his eyes that night makes sense. Back then, the coldness he radiated doesn’t seem odd now. He is a Lycan King. They are born with the curse to bear a burden far greater than what their shoulders can endure before they break and become like this—A vessel of evil, to commit sins no ordinary man can even think about.

I could see the astonishment in his eyes as a result of my words. Nonetheless, regardless of how alluring I seemed to be, I struggled to immediately attain my objectives since his countenance quickly became serious and I was now lying on my back as he towered over me. After that, he totally removed his tattered robe. “I don’t beg. I don’t seek forgiveness. I’m the Lycan King,” he stated forcefully, "I kneel before you not because I want to offer you pleasure but because I want to see your troubled face."

“Then fine, his name would suffice... Perhaps if you grant me a name, I could spell it out for you, '' Clark asked again, intentionally stalling time, hoping his men had searched their base and gotten at least a hint or a bit of tangible information. “Don't bloody screw with me, Clark. You know I'm talking about Trivia , so grant us entry. Let's head on to the pack. I'll fetch my kids, and my mate, as well. Leave your pack to be!" Kylens armed tenderly, threats evident in his voice even when he merely spoke about a few things. “Or what? Your highness!” Clark asked in response. For starters, he was no fool; he knew he was the Lycan king, and he wasn't going to stop to a halt even when the en

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

I declared. "If you could only see yourself." His claws were prompt to tear through my flesh, leaving a trail of blood on my body. The pain almost took my breath away. I then felt his sharp claws on my back, and I screamed. "You're a Lycan, a daughter of a Lycan king! You will yield to my command!" The searing pain coursed through my body as his claws pulled my flesh. Each wound felt like a dagger piercing my very being. Blood stained my skin, a reminder that I was losing this fight.

Aelindra shouted, her voice sharp. Drevon seized his blade, blood dripping from his wounded arm. He approached the fallen king, his heart pounding. The king glared up at him, his glowing eyes filled with defiance even in his final moments. “You will never break the Lycans,” the king said, his voice a low growl. “Our spirit cannot be extinguished.” Drevon hesitated for the briefest of moments, then drove his blade into the king’s chest. The Lycan let out a final, ear-splitting roar, the sound filled with pain and fury. His massive body shuddered, then fell still.