Defying The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Selene responded, her head still lowered. Even though Lady Valkyrie was the chosen Luna, she had not been able to handle King Duncan's rut. Tales had mentioned that King Duncan was beginning to lose his mind due to the lack of mate. Unlike werewolves who are capable of living without a mate, an Lycan tends to lose their mind if it takes too long to get to find their destined one, especially the ancient ones like the king himself. After centuries of searching for his mate, King Duncan was beginning to lose himself, making his rut primal and deadly under almost every full moon.

The king was next to him again, blood soaring in the air as he ripped out his arm, His leg. Like it was nothing. I felt ill. Bile rose up my throat as the blood pooled round the fountain, the smell of iron strong in the air. The Alpha had not made a sound after his arm was ripped out, his eyes a hazy gloss as he stared above, his face bone white, even in the darkness. “Y-your.. your majesty.” His chest heaved as the king stood over him, and for the first time in my life, I saw fear in a lycans eyes.

"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."

"Do not intervene, Roy. I will teach some manners to this slut. She'll learn not to run from her man next time. Another slap on her face, and she went limp on the fucking rogue hold. Cobalt couldn't take this any longer and pounced on Gunner. We rolled on the floor, fighting, but he was no match for me. Gunner's eyes popped out when he saw me. "The Lycan King!" He said with a mouthful of blood. My claws were already digging inside his chest. "You touched what's mine!" Cobalt said as he tore his heart out. I shifted to my human form and saw Dane changing back to his human form as well. Our warriors had come and were chasing after the rogues.

My vision swayed slightly, the exhaustion threatening to drag me down. But I refused to fall. Not here. Not in front of Bella. Not in front of these scavengers. A Lycan King did not kneel before rogues. Even at the edge of death. Even when his body was failing him. The larger rogue smirked as he studied me. “Careful,” he said to the other. “He might still bite.” The second rogue grinned wickedly. “I hope he does.” Slowly, I stepped forward. My claws extended fully as the Lycan within me stirred again, refusing to surrender despite the weakness tearing through my body.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

Before I could realize he was moving, he was already upon me, pushing me to the floor. I screamed and kicked and clawed, but he caged me in easily. He was biting the mound of his thumb, drawing blood. I was still struggling, trying to resist as he pushed my mouth open with two thick fingers. “This is what we Lycans call a blood oath,” King Zavan spoke low and maddeningly calm as he dribbled the blood into my mouth. “If you thought we were bound before as mates, your will is now tethered to mine. You are to do what I ask. Our lives are tied.”

But instead of pulling me into a warm embrace, Fredrick violently yanked me forward until I crashed against the freezing iron bars. "When I talk to you, you do as I say!" he gritted out through clenched teeth. He abruptly ripped his hand away from my skin, wiping his palm against his trousers as if he had just touched absolute filth. "Now, fucking look at me!" Tears stinging my eyes, I slowly lifted my head to face him. He was breathtakingly tall, looming over me like a merciless dark god. If flawless looks were a crime, the Lycan King would be hung. He had short, midnight-black hair swept immaculately back, and his tanned skin highlighted a sharp, aristocratic jawline dusted with dark stubb

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."

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.