Found By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

It made a sick kind of sense once I understood their strategy. They knew that killing me would be difficult, that a Lycan King was hard to put down even with superior numbers and firepower. But they also understood that hurting Vera would destroy me more effectively than any bullet or blade, that watching my mate die would break something inside me that could never be repaired. A Lycan King who'd lost his mate was a creature of pure rage and grief, unable to think strategically or lead effectively, consumed by the need for vengeance to the exclusion of all else.

Whatever waited beyond the southern borders, whatever new challenge eventually arrived to test everything we'd built together, I understood, standing there in the warm glow of a hard-won peace, that we'd face it exactly the way we'd faced everything since that very first night. Chosen. Together. However many times, however many crises, however many old grievances and ancient threats and scattered bloodlines still waited beyond the borders we understood. I hadn't broken, that first night in the Great Hall. I'd found, instead, exactly the life worth building — one choice, renewed daily, at a time. END OF BOOK ONE (The Lycan King's story continues in Book Two: Kingdom of the Southern Fires)

“Is it your group, someone who wants to hurt you, or maybe someone else entirely?” “Neither.” Then, almost like a warning “You don’t understand what you’ve been pulled into.” “Then make me understand.” There was another silence. He let out a slow breath, like he was making up his mind about something. And when he spoke again, the name in his voice felt like it didn’t belong in this small, suffocating room. “The Lycan King is already looking for you.” “That’s not possible,” I said immediately. “ How does he know me? Why is he looking for me? Did he…”

they responded in unison. “Then get out of my sight.” The guards scattered immediately. “Father?” Lyka’s voice came lightly as she approached, now dressed in something simpler but still elegant, her composure intact. “Some of the guests are leaving. We should at least see them off.” Ryan barely acknowledged her at first, his thoughts elsewhere, until something clicked suddenly. He straightened. “The Lycan King,” he said sharply. “Where is he?” Lyka blinked, confused. “The Lycan King? I didn’t see him.”

The poison on the spear burned through his veins, weakening him rapidly. “Darius!” Kai screamed, rushing to his side despite the danger. He dropped to his knees beside the fallen king, pressing both hands against the bleeding wound. “No… you cannot leave me. Not now. Not like this.” Darius’s golden eyes were dimming, his massive form beginning to shrink back to his normal size. “The spear… it is poisoned with ancient anti-Lycan magic. I… I will not last long. You must run, Kai. Save yourself and our child.”

Nikolai said. What did she do? "I saw two guards coming out of Louis's house with a bag. I didn't know what was going on so I didn't say anything. The same night, I heard about your quarter getting attacked. This can't happen unless your personal guards are ordered to go on a break or are offered a significant amount of money. Which only Darius and Leikos can do. I saw the mark on the men's arms. But the thing is that no one liked Louis. He has always been a pervert. Which meant that the guards I had seen step out of Louis's house with the bag had stolen the branding iron from Louis's house. They used that to mislead you into thinking that the followers of Sacredos were after you. Which they

BJ tells me. I let out a sigh. "There is no other way BJ, I have to find it tonight. The quicker I find it the quicker he can fix everything. I'm the alpha daughter so if I do get caught what's the worse that can happen, he's not going to hurt his baby girl." We have been trying to find the location of the lycan king every since BJ and I went to this party. We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away.

I heard the cracking sound of one of my joint and before I knew it I collapsed back to the ground again. "Oh no! What are you… what happened to you?" Ma'am Lucy ran over to me and helped me up. "Who did this to her? Who did this to her?!" In the arms of ma'am Lucy, I heard the Lycan King thundered. "You! tell me, who did this to her? Which of you did this to her?" He questioned one of the girls. "My king, it's Meanie and Amy and Connie…" the girl said trembling. "Bring them to me now!" The lycan King commanded.

Alyssa Lycan King? I feel my head feel light-headed. I want to find something to hold on to. ‘What’s wrong? You look pale,” Jason links to me, ‘I don’t feel too good I say to him and I see him approach where I was standing as he wraps his hands around my waist. I hear the Lycan growls, his eyes darkening as he looks at Marcelo, Jason smiles nodding his head. Did he pick Marcelo’s scent?

His eyes are back to their usual light brown, and he seems less menacing. The Lycan King, standing right before me, and asking me about my bruises. It can't be real. "You will let me mark you, little one," he says, and brushes my hair away from my shoulder, exposing it. A pleasant shiver runs through my body. No . . . I can't possibly be enjoying this. He starts to lean towards me, and his eyes burn a vivid gold again. His mouth opens slightly, showing powerful looking canines. A true Lycan.