Found By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

The one who seemed to be the most quiet of them all finally said something very great and a secret smile appeared on my face. Like that, the door was opened and two of them came in. The shortest one and the most quiet one, they both came to me but their steps got slower the more they got closer and I knew it was the effect of the wolfbane that was around me. “Shit! That Luke is a bad person. With this much wolfbane, is he trying to kill him?” The shortest of them said angrily. “Maybe he did that because this man is a lycan king and a powerful one at that. I’m sure this much would have killed a normal wolf.” The most quiet of them said as they dragged their legs toward me and my plan was set

But we didn’t expect the King’s men to fight fair, so we weren’t going to either. When I went back inside I met Elsie in the library with my laptop and we got back to work from where we had yesterday. I also made sure that I had that same notebook and pen with me in case we got any more phone calls today from other packs around the country that Ethan had called. As we were delving deeper into the research and finding more and more information on different locations I found this one that didn’t have any pictures but it sounded familiar. “The Lycan King’s first name is Alexander. He told me that himself. Does anyone know his last name?” I asked.

Out of the blue, the wolf king announced. Norton looked at Jakob and nodded. He sniffed, hoping he would understand why the Lycan king was too sure of what he just said. “Are you sure, my king?” – Jakob was braver than Norton and asked. Instead of an answer, the men were surprised to see the king ran forward into the treaded pathway. The grass on the said pathway was treaded by footsteps. The men cursed under their breath and ran after the king. Damon knew it deep in his bones. He can feel her, pulsing… throbbing in his chest.

I got into the best defensive stance I could muster as the wolves began to attack me. Piercing pain shot up my arms and legs from the bites of the rogues’ sharp teeth. A loud snarl echoed in the clearing making the rogues and myself look around. That was when I saw it. Red glowing eyes, razor sharp teeth, and a massive black wolf on two legs. I’d never seen a Lycan before but there was no mistaking who the Lycan was. It was the King. As soon as he took a step further into the clearing, his eyes met mine and in an instant I was met with darkness.

"Leave no stone unturned, no shadow unexplored. I want him found, and I want him found now." The servants exchanged glances, a silent pact forming among them as they accepted their charge. His daughters watched, their gazes a mix of hope and concern, fully aware of the urgency that now enveloped their father. With a final, lingering look at the wreckage - the shattered figurine that mirrored the fractured kingdom - the Lycan king turned on his heel. His steps carried him toward the grand doors, each stride a testament to his determination to restore the missing piece of his family and his realm.

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

The exhaustion from the tumultuous evening finally caught up with me, and I drifted into a deep sleep. My dreams carried me to a serene garden under a blanket of stars, the night air cool and refreshing. I wandered through the blooming flowers, their sweet scent calming my troubled mind. Suddenly, the peaceful silence was interrupted by the appearance of the Lycan King. He seemed almost ethereal, yet solid and real. "Care to dance, young daughter of Silverclaw?" He extended his hand to me, a silent invitation. I hesitated but found myself accepting. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine.

I had to act quickly. "Try and find out from your brother how he got to meet this... wretched thing," the old man muttered as he shuddered. "We need to get to the root of the matter. A Lycan King being mated to an Omega is one that has never been heard of--"

His eyes darkened. “Mine.” I do not know why I looked, perhaps it was wolf, leading me to see. But In that moment I turned, and there he was; Ryken, the Lycan king, -Staring at me like death itself.