Given To 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.

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

She finished as she pointed out the force of my grip, I had almost forgotten that I was holding her so tight so I released my grip a little. She is not going to help me, how am I supposed to reach the Lycan king? Someone so powerful without getting hurt, I seek his face, and maybe he sensed it, I don't know how possible that is but just a few seconds after, he was already looking at me, my heart pleaded, I was scared, and I didn't want this whole charade to go on, I wanted to see inside my heart, I wanted him to stop. But would he listen to a slave like me, someone who is seen as unworthy of his attention? And maybe it worked because his next course of action was to take the men off their my

​Kael will betray you. ​I slowly turned my head to look at him. ​The Lycan King stood less than an arm's length away, heavy broadsword gripped in his hand, his black fur-lined cloak snapping violently in the icy gales. Cold. Powerful. Merciless. ​A born ruler. ​And kings always chose power in the end. Didn't they? ​The massive black beast down in the snow watched me with glowing, ancient silver eyes. "You heard her, didn't you?"

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.

He looked back at her with those pale eyes. “You see it now,” he said to her. “What he is.” “I see what you made him,” she said. The runes pulsed. “I made him King,” the Ancient Lycan said. “You made him a chain with a crown on it,” she said. The chamber was completely silent. I didn’t breathe. The Ancient Lycan looked at Isabella for a long moment with those pale eyes doing their unreadable shifting. Then he looked at me. “Kill her,” he said.

Aiden would never apologize. He came towards me, sending my body into a state of frenzy. My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. "L-Lycan?” I stuttered. "Yes, King.” He replied, completely missing the point. I've heard a lot about the Lycan king. He was ruthless, and didn't care about anyone but himself. He has several women at his beck and call. The only good thing I heard was that he was good looking…and they were fucking right.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

"But not anymore. I am going to be happy this time around. I am going to make you proud, Grandpa. I will find that deed and use it to my advantage. I will ruin all of them. This is I swear to you." I was eager to know what was inside that deed that could be equivalent to the power of the Lycan King, but before that, I needed to meet him; The Lycan King, generally known by his dreadful name, KHOAS. The King of Darkness and Ruin, bathed in the blood of thousands of innocent lives he has taken.

She turns me around, slides her hand on my cheek and whispers. “Don’t give up yet, Izzy. I contacted the new Lycan King. He is coming Izzy, he is coming to save us… Please hold on just a little longer…” My heart seems to miss a beat and something stirs within my head when Kyria mentions the new Lycan King and that he is coming, but I don’t think I have that long left within me. Kyria snaps her head toward the door, leans over and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before turning me back around and then she disappears. My heart sinks as I hear his voice.