King Lover Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Lord Anterton.” After his father left, Leongrad lingered. “He hopes that I will woo you,” he said, his eyes evaluating my reaction to his blatant statement. I sighed heavily. “My crown brings many suitors, Leongrad.” “I know,” he said quietly. “As you have probably guessed, we know that you have taken the dragon as your lover, Liera.” “I have not tried to hide it.” “No, but you haven’t been upfront about it, either.”

I’m shifting out of the borders. “Then I’ll get back to training.” he added, giving me a flying kiss which I rolled my eyes at. He didn’t give me any quote though. Atter shifting into my brown wolf behind a wide enough tree trunk, I bit the clothes and ran as fast as I could towards the borders that was shimmering with silver majestic glitters. The King’s palace has the golden ones. It was said to be so beautiful but rumours suspect the good one was replaced with a different color which resembles its Alpha which was the Lycan King.

It was the exact gesture and expression my little lover always displayed when he was truly angry with me. Perhaps there are two people in the world who look identical, but there cannot be two people with the exact same micro-expressions and habitual gestures. My heart felt squeezed, making it hard to breathe. How could this be? Why did this happen? The handsome boy I casually picked up in a bar was the Wolf King’s son, the Prince of this country. Lucas was the lover I had kept for a year. My mind refused to settle. I suddenly recalled the night I first met Lucas. It was the very night Damian fled the wedding with Isabelle. Driven by a stubborn need for revenge, I went to a bar.

Rocco’s head was tilted back, the bite mark on his neck on full display. My eyes drifted down to the caption that had set New York's elite on fire: "The King and his Queen."

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

No. Oh god, no. King Knox Volkov. I just kissed the most dangerous man in the world. I just begged the Lycan King to fuck me in an airplane bathroom. As the Lycan King, he rules with an iron fist—both the urban city as a filthy rich CEO and the supreme ruler of the werewolf realm. He’s ruthless and unforgiving, with a reputation that precedes him. Stories of alphas who crossed him and simply disappeared. Packs that challenged his authority and were wiped off the map.

"As for your lover, I will hunt him down and tear him limb from limb!" The cold, sharp claws pierced the skin of my neck. Even the warm blood dripping down couldn't thaw the ice in my heart. Suddenly, heavy, powerful footsteps echoed from the hallway. "How bold! Gamma Rowan, I am the terrible rogue lover you speak of. Are you going to tear me limb from limb?" The Lycan King stepped through the doorway. Seeing Rowan's claws at my throat, the King let out a dark, furious laugh. His voice boomed with pure Alpha command.

Commander Wesley couldn't believe what he heard for a moment. Lover?! What was king Raleigh saying? King Raleigh falling in love?! Was that even possible? He had been with his highest for the longest time but he had never thought he would be able to hear the word 'lover' from his highness's mouth one day. His highness only used to see people in two ways; useful and useless and treated them accordingly. And now suddenly his highness was declaring this stranger as his lover. He was shocked. Was Ives really deserving of his highness? Was Ives that useful for his highness? What qualities did Ives possess to be declared as his highness's lover? Most importantly, what will his highness gain from I

Love The lycan king, Leondre, walked in first. He wore a slate black tux and black shoes. His jet-black hair was a little tousled. His aura was stronger than my father's. It overwhelmed every corner of the room. The room fell silent for the second time tonight as they all bowed their heads in respect. It was even worse when their son, Prince Nicholas, came in after his Dad—a tall, handsome young man with the striking features of his father.

Among those smitten by her was none other than the Lycan King of the Vakatow bloodline, a figure of rugged magnificence named Valerian. Valerian, with his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, ruled not only over his kind but also over the hearts of those who followed him. He was a beacon of strength and wisdom, a true embodiment of the royal lycan legacy. Yet, it was Isolde's enchantment that brought him to his knees.