Found By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species. I had been running the kingdom on my own, eagerly awaiting the arrival of my mate. Commonly, lycans face challenges in locating their mate, and I have not been an exemption. I have tried to utilize my special abilities as a Lycan to locate my destined mate to no success. Most of the Lycans I have known did not find their mates until they were very old. They ended up getting chosen mates.

But their resolve was unwavering. ⸻ Unveiling the Past Upon reaching the archives, they were greeted by Elder Lyra, the guardian of the scrolls. Her eyes, though aged, held a spark of recognition. “King Aries,” she bowed. “What brings you to these forgotten halls?” “Seeking truths buried by time,” he replied. Lyra led them to a secluded chamber, where scrolls detailing Lycan bloodlines lay untouched for centuries. As they sifted through the parchments, patterns began to emerge.

"He needs to know what his son did to you." My heart pounded as I made my way to the king's study, The guards stationed outside straightened as I approached. "I'm here for the evening cleaning," I managed to say, holding up my supplies. They exchanged glances but stepped aside. The Lycan King sat at his desk, papers spread before him. He looked up as I entered. "Your Majesty." I set down my cleaning supplies and knelt. "Please forgive my interruption, but I must speak with you about Prince Lucas."

But now, he was acting like a saint. “Alpha," one of my warriors called through the mindlink, the urgency in his voice jerking me out of my thoughts and back to the present. “What is it?" I snapped. “The Lycan King is around." He announced and my face scrunched up in confusion, as I pulled myself up from the desk. “What? Why?” I asked, already moving towards the door and Derek followed behind knowing better than to ask any questions. “Where's he right now?"

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

Deep and ancient, vibrating in my bones, rattling my teeth, making the bond hum with a warning I had not felt since the fissure opened. The twisted wolves stopped. Their red eyes flickered. They turned. They ran, disappearing into the forest like mist burning off in the morning sun. The field was silent. Cassian lowered his blade. His chest was heaving, his armor cracked, his arm bleeding from a wound that would not stop. "What was that?" he asked. Lysander’s grey eyes were wide. His hand tightened on the dagger. "The king," he said. "The real king. Not the echo we faced in the fortress. Not the shadow we bound in the tomb. The first Lycan king. He is coming."

Her sword in hand, she cautiously cracked open the door, peering inside. From the shadows of the packhouse, a Lycan peered back at her, with none of the aggression they had displayed previously. “Hello,” they said. “Sorry, but… I think that something has happened.” “Happened where?” April demanded. “What are you talking about?” “In the palace,” the Lycan said. “Something has happened to the Lycan King.”

While the war happened, I would be inside the underground with the mothers and children who couldn’t fight, protected by some guards. The witches, together with my mum would make a spell that didn’t let anyone foreign to enter. Only people with good intentions could enter that underground. Francesco was to stay with me too. Mum didn’t let him fight in the war. She had so much to say about how he wasn’t yet ripe to participate. Calily had been long gone since yesterday. We needed more Lycans to fight with us and since I wasn’t fighting, Luca was the only Lycan. Thus, we had pleaded with her to go find Angelo, and bring him from wherever he might be.

The carriage started to move. The Queen quickly helped me heal my wounds. I told her that I found the missing minerals. After a few minutes, maybe due to exhaustion because of the events that took place t hat day, she passed out. I had to carry her to the room all on my own. I carefully carried her as to not wake her up. When I entered the hotel room, I almost died of heart attack when I saw the most feared man among the Lycan's, the Lycan King. He stared at me like he was about to kill me but then he calmed down when I explained everything.

Again, I am taken aback by the beauty of this place, but my feet move with determination and I weave my way around people who look at me strangely. Cain’s scent stops in front of a room and I don't hesitate before I go in. I wish I did. Lyros’s stare threatens to pin me to the floor. The other man is there too and he smiles when he sees me. “I guess you’re in a better frame of mind now?” I nod and let my eyes search for Cain covertly but I can't find him. His scent stops here but he’s not here. “What do you want? The cold voice of the Lycan king snaps me out of my reverie and I look up to stare at him fully. He’s still glaring, obviously displeased with me, but keeping a hold on himself beca