Defying The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"And now, I'm here to claim my queen." Lucas glared at Alexander, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight. "I won't stand by and let you take her against her wish," he growled. Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, pup," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am the king of the Lycans, and I will have no problem tearing you and your little pack apart if you continue to defy me."

Katherine's safety still hung in the balance, driving me forward. In the depths of the abyss, I steeled myself for the trials to come. The unknown lay ahead, but I was resolved to face it head-on. I would find my way back to my pack, to Katherine, and we would emerge from this darkness victorious. My primal instincts surged, guiding me through the shadows as I ventured deeper, ready to confront whatever awaited me with unwavering determination and the indomitable spirit of the Lycan king.

One of the elders, James, adjusted his robe as he stood up, “Alpha, about the banquet that's coming up tomorrow, we heard you've invited the Lycan king. Don't you think that's dangerous?” Kaiden raised his brows, “What do you mean?” James swallowed and said, “Alpha, you must have heard some rumors about the Lycan king, Lord Duncan. People say he's extremely dangerous, and he has the looks of a demon. They say he kills in seconds, and he's extremely skilled while fighting. His name alone instills fear in the heart of people. Do you want to invite such kind of a person to the banquet? What if everyone gets frightened to death!” his voice was laced with fear as he stared at Kaiden.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

I take a sharp breath in and whisper, “Elizabeth…” I then snap my head up as the male in front of me suddenly shifts. Staying on my knees, I scramble back a little as he proves that he is indeed the new Lycan King. Still waiting for him to hit me, my eyes go wide as he steps over me and lashes out, hitting Kiki, Em, Nicky and Hilda, sending them flying backward and skidding over the ground. I then watch as he moves past everyone else and enters the Den. Knowing where he wanted to go and knowing that he would no doubt get lost in the endless tunnels and halls and not make it to the dungeons in time, I tried something that I didn’t even know we could do.

It was only just a few hours before the mating moon revealed itself— my reminder that I had to kill the Lycan King now. I had been distracted in my fighting before and the Lycan conversational tactics had made me underestimate him and lose focus. But now, my mind was trained. I looked over to the corner where my mum was going head-on with the Lycan King. The Lycan King fought fiercely with muscle and brutal speed but then my mum was skillfully reciprocating everything. She defeated his quest to show her that he was a male. The Lycan King threw his fist at my mum’s face but then she caught his hand in her fangs and with the momentum, she slammed him into a pillar close by.

The room erupted in chaos as the other lycans rose to their feet, their faces contorted in anger and confusion. I knelt before him, hands clasped in a desperate plea. “Forgive me, sire. It’s my fault. I’ll instantly reject you. I, Tara Morgan, slave of Alpha King Ethan, hereby reject you, Supreme Alpha King Ethan, as my mate—” Before I could finish, a forceful hand slammed against my cheek, leaving my head spinning, ears ringing, and vision blurred. Ethan struck me. “How dare you reject me, you foolish creature!” he growled. Another stinging slap landed on my face, forcing me onto the hard stone floor. “How does a lowly nobody like you dare to reject me?!”

“To the Council.” My heart dropped. “What did she say?” He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack.

Alsie POV- We were laughing and goofing around in the bed, blowing off some steam, and having some much-needed conversations. It was nice. “Dante, tell us about the Lycan King.” I said as I looked over my shoulder at Dante behind me. “Ok. The Lycan King’s name is Declan; he has one heir to date. Declan is 1301 years old and he became the Lycan King when he was 518 years old. He’s a young king, he took the throne from King Liam by force, at the time King Liam was only 2276 years old and he was the youngest king ever. Declan has no mate; his single heir was born out of wedlock and mate bond. In fact, Dec didn’t even know he had an heir until recently.”

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.