Defying The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Controlling an Alpha and making them fall at your feet was another level entirely. The Lycan King could bend half the nation at his will. Was that how powerful Lycans were? Or was it just the King? This was a different thing altogether. The man I had refused in front of everyone. The man whose mask I had run from. I could have been standing in that courtyard, verdict made on my pitiful life. Or Hazel's. My legs finally started to move. I walked the rest of the gallery with my head down, delivered the linen to a startled laundry maid, and didn't say a word to anyone.

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

Avalyn said in a strong voice. Vladimir motioned with his fingers and four warriors brought a cage and placed it in front of Ava, a good distance between them. They opened the cage and a mountain lion pounced outside with vigour. Her killing the lion, an enemy to the wolf, symbolized her fighting to protect the pack. Ava let out a growl, challenging the mountain lion to attack her. The lion let out a growl in return and charged at Ava. Why the hell wasn't she shifting?

For my sake, I hoped he wouldn't. In front, I could sight a man suitly donned.Tall and muscular. Despite my veil, his charm and dazzle under the lights couldn't be missed. His high nose stood firm and straight atop of his rigid face. His grey eyes are strikingly beautiful. But there was something in them. Just something that eluded my understanding. As I got closer to him, I could feel his strong aura and I needed not to be told he was the Lycan king. Derrick Kings.

A lot of destruction has already been caused and they don't want to cause it further. Lycan King taps his shoes on the floor, waiting for his mate to step down and bring her to his house so he can finally claim her. He could have done the same thing back at his house in the afternoon, but he didn't because he wanted to take her with him in front of her parents to show her that she now has no one to look to except him and that now she has no nowhere to run.

But amidst the chaos and pain, a fire burned within me, an unyielding determination to protect Lyra at all costs. Amidst searing pain, my primal essence burned brighter, fuelling my determination, and heightening my senses. Their every move became apparent to me, their intentions sensed before they even struck. The battle transformed into a primal dance, a clash of forces where I reigned as the Lycan King, Lord of Chaos. I met each attack with savage precision, countering their aggression with a relentless ferocity that left my adversaries reeling.

I said, knowing that she couldn't speak through the pain. But to my surprise, she tried to get up again, determination etched on her face. "I won't let you hurt anyone else," she gasped, still trying to catch her breath. I laughed, amused by her spirit. "You think you can stop me? I am the Lycan King, and I am unstoppable." Ava glared at me, defiance still burning in her eyes. "I may not be able to stop you alone, but I can certainly try," she spat.

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King. I stared at King Titus who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be. He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun.

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!”

"That is dangerous. Is that not the abode of the witch who infiltrated the castle without triggering any alarms until she was gone? She is dangerous, and it would be foolish to go to the lioness's den." I looked at him, my resolve unshakable. "A king's duty is to protect his people, to stand in the face of danger, and to lead with courage. But above all, a king never abandons his queen." Hearing this, the Deltas looked at each other, then back at me. "Is that a royal declaration, Your Majesty?" one of them asked. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. "My mate, Camille Dumont, is, as of this moment, the Queen of the Lycans. So let me ask you this question: Do the Lycans abandon o