Kingsglaive Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

Herron began to scream, letting out an angry roar: "He's alive! Their Lycan heir was alive all this time. He roared out with his bloody eye, pushing the tables with all the glass bottles shattering across the room floor. Knowing that they were in deep trouble, and by the look in Killian's deadly gaze, he was going to exact his revenge on them. And they knew then. They were screwed.

Not because we’d go out in a blaze of glory, but because when we made that final, insane, suicidal push for victory, I might just hang back a bit and let them all go on ahead. Nyx stood, gazing up at the elf. “No.” He shook his head. He hadn’t been the same since he’d been possessed. He was shaken and twitchy, unable to focus on what people were saying. “No, no.” He began walking towards his giant mother. Claire and Flossie moved to stop him, but I called them back. “Let him go. He’ll be safer here.” They were reluctant to listen to me (no change there), but it wasn’t like we were headed anywhere better. Nyx Hura’nyx, seventh son of the seventh litter, was taking a break from the adventuring

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.

She turned, her cloak sweeping the floor, and then, she signaled the people behind her, giving them a sharp nod. ​ "We will wait, King Ronan. We will wait for the moment your 'sanctuary' fails. And it will fail. Because a human heart stops, but you see a Lycan’s grudge? It is eternal." As they began to exit, i took a step back, completely frozen. Now it finally clicked. I wasn't equal to anyone here. I was just a piece in their game, a pawn she was ready to sacrifice. It didn't matter how powerful Ronan was. We were playing a game where the rules were already rigged from the start.

“And I'm not going to believe that.” Oliver's face scrunched up in disgust as he stared at his greedy Alpha. He was ready to sacrifice a pack member just for power, just like he was ready to sacrifice his own mate. Kaiden then said, “Enough about the Lycan king. He's only going to be here for a few days because he's a very important guest.”

If you were caught, you would end up in a whole new one, depending on who exactly bought you. Usually the buyers are powerful men who are looking for toys to pass the time. They used you. They fucked you. They abused you, and then they either threw you away or killed you. That was the fate you faced, but some were worse than others, and my buyer was the worst there was. Diego Aguilar is the most ruthless and cold-blooded king to exist in thousands of years. And the only lycan to exist in our world. He killed without blinking, and if you crossed him even a bit, he would destroy you no matter who you were.

- he said, with a big smile. The old man passes the knife to Ulric, who smiles proudly. - I, Ulric, Alpha of the Lycan Moon Pack, with my blood, I give my Alpha power and my pack to you, Klaus. – I see Ulric cut his palm and let his blood fall into the cup the elder had in his hand. An old woman approaches, hands Ulric a cloth, and wipes his hand, which has already begun to heal. The Old Wolf hands Klaus the cup.

He would come to realize later that this was the reward I was giving him—for taking care of my life. An Alpha’s daughter submitting herself—not as a wife, but a slave—to the king of all living thing in Lycos. I was intimidated. I felt myself crumbling like wet sand, no matter how hard I tried to hold his gaze. It was as though he could see every corner of my soul through those bottomless golden eyes, that looked like molten lava. It made my skin crawl to the point I tasted bile in my throat. But I bit down on my tongue, restraining myself from doing something foolish—because the power this man held made the lords of the Dukedom look like playacting boys.

His icy blue eyes were hollow and made me feel like I was falling into an abyss as I gazed at them. He was dressed in royal attire. It was purple with gold embroidered on the chest region of the attire. He looked amazing. It was hard to not stare at me, but I managed to bury my urges. With my heat tormenting me, I was already thinking of the multiple positions he could have me in bed. I clenched my jaws and erased such erotic thoughts from my mind. At that same moment, his eyes caught mine and immediately, I looked down at the tray in my hands, not daring to make eye contact with the Lycan king.

I cleared my throat silently. “I, Estelle, daughter of Leah and Orion and direct descendant of Queen Aurora, take this oath with honesty and sincerity. I promise to uphold the kingdom and put it above myself. I promise to be a queen and a mother to my subjects and kingdom. I vow to uphold the honours of the kingdom and lead by example. I promise to be a good example to the other queen after me—to love and protect the kingdom. To stand by my king’s side as his equal and his partner, and to place the welfare of the kingdom over my needs. For as long as I shall reign,” I read out boldly, saying the words strongly. This is a very strong promise, and I must keep it. Aurelian stood up, taking a bo