Found By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

Dorian explained. “As usual most of the girls were human.” Dorian added. “Most?” I asked. “Two young children were found, both boys. Here is the kicker, they are both Lycan’s. Right now, we are not sure which Lycan kingdom they are from. That was King Calan from the Western Lycan Kingdom. I explained to him everything we had found and what we knew at this time. He was calling King Mikal, and I believe they will be on their way here.” Mark said.

he demanded of his Captain. "I apologize, Your Majesty, but she slipped away during the commotion," the Captain replied grimly. "My men tracked her scent to the edge of the forest but lost it there." The Lycan King roared in anger. "That viper is more cunning than I realized. She will not evade me for long." He turned his burning gaze upon me. "When I find her, Kane, she will suffer slowly for the part she played in deceiving us. And you will watch."

I straightened my shoulders, drawing on the strength I'd fought so hard to reclaim, and allowed Theodore Lykoudis, King of the Lycans and my second-chance mate, to guide me through the parting crowd toward the gleaming bar at the far end of the ballroom. One step. Then another. The journey of a thousand miles, beginning right here, right now, with my hand on his arm and possibility stretching before us like an unmapped territory—beautiful, dangerous, and entirely our own to discover.

Alpha Conroy consistently advised his pack members to stay close to the eastern border, as King Osbourne would execute any werewolf he found trespassing on his territory. “No, you're in the kingdom of Lycania.” “Lycania? But that's where the king of all Lycan kings rules.” “That's right, young one. King Kanyon Coldblood was the one who found you."

“Is everything alright?” “Yes, of course!” she said, pouring some milk into my coffee before handing it to me. “He was just looking for information.” “Information?” I repeated, bringing the coffee cup to my lips. “Apparently,” she said, “the Lycan King found his second chance mate last night in Room 14, and she’s disappeared. He’s called for a search until she’s found!” I didn’t realize I’d dropped my cup until I heard it shatter on the floor.

I choked on my own saliva as his voice breathed coldly into my ears, that’s when I realized—he had closed the space between us. My heart hammered against my ribs. I tried not to look scared, but judging from the way his lips curled into a loathing smirk, I knew he had caught that whiff of fear. ‘He could kill you with one breath, Penny.’ My wolf whispered, as if she were afraid the Lycan King could hear her. I ignored her. How could I nudge her into silence when a bigger predator was already hanging my neck on a stake? I forced a slow breath, searching for the words—and when they finally came to me, my eyes gleamed. I parted my lips and spoke.

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

His lips curled up my neck, his other hands, holding me down with his wolf’s full power, making it impossible for me to move or break free. Suddenly at that moment, I remember something. The day fell over the cliff, I was unconscious, on the verge of dying, but I heard Declan, his howl, it was as though he came into my mind and pulled me out of my unconscious state so he could find me. Cara always said something about the Lycan King having the ability to find their subjects if they desperately howl. Declan is the king, he would find me if I howl. The moon was out, and I needed all the power I could get. I allowed my body to relax.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.