Kingsglaive Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

Emrys was breathing heavily, he looked over at Elva who was sobbing silently and hugging herself pitifully, he hated that look on her! He went to grab the man by the collar and showered blows on his face, he punched him until his face was disfigured. Julio came over with his parents, worry written all over their faces but nobody dared to interfere or stop him. He was oozing with power, the air around the hall was too thick all of a sudden, his lycan was on the surface. They could only pray for him not to shift because that fool Enrique would be snapped into two the moment he did. Everybody knows how scary the Lycan King is with his judgments, especially when he was under the influence of his

facing him eye to eye until I felt pain in my bite marks. I held my back and was almost bending my knees when Rozen caught me in his arms. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah." I lied, because the more the man looked at me the more the pain in my back killed me. "It's finally nice to meet you, Ms. Klay Rose Green." The man handed his hand to me. "I am the current lycan king."

His only hope was if Leesa defeated Jordan and arrived in time to help him, but he could sense her magic off in the distance and knew her struggle with Jordan still raged. Ulric recognized that Dominic was losing and raced toward Viktor. The black waziri moved one arm toward Ulric for just an instant. Even Ulric’s volkaane speed was not enough to avoid the black bolt which struck him in the chest, killing him instantly. Viktor immediately renewed his double attack on Dominic.

His armor was a patchwork of every sector he had ever been forced to "Sanitize." "Nyx?" Lyra asked, her blade lowering for a fraction of a second. The Nyx-Echo didn't speak. He slammed his obsidian blade into the white-glass floor. A wave of "Violet Vengeance" expanded from the strike, traveling through the Elite Viewers and out into the city.

she said to me. At that time, I was more nervous because I was finally going to face Rock Redwood. I will only face him now, and I will really beg. I know my dad's nephew. He is a cruel Lycan King and is feared by his subjects. I took a deep breath before stepping inside.

“You’re a king and the last of your kind.” “This still doesn’t make sense.” I shook my head finding it hard to digest the information I had received. "If anything lycans are extinct." "That's what everyone believes but before my great grandfather, grandfather, and father were killed they shared a secret only they kept with me." She said. "They told me the reason why they were so strong, everyone believed they were just very skilled werewolves but that wasn't the case, they were lycans descendants of the great king Alexander."

He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him. The old king had been feared throughout her village. No one spoke his name, afraid to summon his shade from the abyss. There were whispers that the Lycan King had to put down his father. The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders.

Izak growls, his one eye glaring at me. "This is Adria, my Goddess, and mate king, we are both here to help with the darkness you spoke to king Flint about," Nyx states firmly, eyeing the goblin. Izak frowns and continues to eye me and I can see him getting a hard-on, yuck. "She needs to offer her flesh, you know the rules, Elderon," Izak smirks, licking his lips. "No, we will leave and you can deal with the darkness by yourself Izak," Nyx growls angrily, pulling my hand and turning away from the goblin.

“A suitable job for the lesser son.” The sound of another man’s voice caused me to turn, and I felt my stomach twist a little at the sight. Prince Edrick, Neil’s other brother, strode up to us with a brown fur cloak trailing behind him. He was nearly as large as Caleb, with equally icy silver eyes and a hard look to his handsome face, and wore the same circlet as his brothers. Most notably, there was a single scar that ran across his cheek. “Lesser son?” I used our Mindlink without even meaning to, causing Neil’s arm to stiffen a little more beneath my touch.

Her heart galloped, picking up pace as their distance to the Lycan decreased. The guard handed out the silver-spiked whip. Killian took it and flicked it once. The sound ear-splitting as the crowd watched on with bated breath. They all knew something big was happening. Reyna flinched and closed her eyes when the whip came down again. It cut through the air, but didn't connect with flesh. Killian wasn't aiming at the Lycan yet. She clenched her jaw and held her hands tight. "This mutt here is the King of the Lycans." He pointed a finger at the Lycan." "Aluxious Van Ulric! The last born Alpha."