Kingsglaive Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

But for the sake of the promise he had made, Ullric tried to stand firm on his own stance. "Then, Olvar ... I'm sure you can take care of the pack members better than myself. Right now, I'm just Ullric, who is a Silver Pack warrior. Even if you are my old friends ... I will not forgive anyone who tries to insult the alpha that I follow."

When she just looks at me expectantly, I straighten up and continue, "It's where the next Lycan King of the Raven Solstice Kingdom would be chosen, and candidates must duel to get the title." "Yes, and we as servers must conduct ourselves so as not to mess up that occasion." I just nod, blinking to let my eyes adjust to the bright lights. To be honest I don’t know why the Princes have to beat each other up to get the title, and I don’t know why they’re called ‘Lycans’ either. All I know is that it must be a gig for the rich people, because I have been in school and they never taught us that. We as servants just go with it.

Ulric warns, leading us through an empty hall to a tapestry, at what appears to be a dead end. “Thank you Ulric I won’t forget this. Raven is meant to be queen of her kind, someday soon Freya will take her place and lead our people away from Orin’s rule, and getting our kind killed by hunters and wolves,” Jonathan reassures the man, grasping Ulric’s arm and hugs him like they are old friends. “Don’t worry Alpha King I know you’re grateful, and I’m no threat to your mates. Take care of Jonathan and our future queens,” Ulric chuckles at the growl that escapes me, seeing him and Jonathan so close.

“He couldn’t have the throne since it was meant for the Princess blessed by the moon goddess.” “Shut up, bastard.” The man speaks deeply and holds the wound. “What? You are envious that you use a forbidden magic to kill your sister?” Monique eyes widened. “What? Your sister is already dead.” Ezekiel said. “But you still couldn’t replace her?” Ulric stood straight as he seemed to be in his full form—a tall handsome man with silver hair. “You found me out so fast, Ezekiel.”

"Go! I signaled my pilot to fly the girl and the medical team away, and I remained behind to deal with the soldiers. I had already mindlinked my beta and asked him to send the military force in case a war were to begin. I am a Lycan. I am the strongest of all, so killing all those men singlehandedly was a piece of cake for me, but still, I chose to involve my military. I knew sending back the corpses of his men would only humiliate him more because he would be left wondering why his a hundred and something men were defeated by a single person. "What brought you to my kingdom?" I asked as more of the troop trooped closer to me.

he stated, his tone firm and cold. Ulisses snarled, his canines growing and his claws extending in fury. "You don't want the ring?! Fine! I will tell everyone in the council about the witch, and how the King couldn't handle the attack on his own territory! I will destroy you!" He certainly had a death wish. I smiled awkwardly at Tyrion, unmoved by Ulisses's outburst, but Tyrion had no intention of ignoring the old man's threats. He slowly got up from his chair and walked over to Ulisses. The old man stumbled back and flinched as the Alpha's power swathed around him. Struggling, he extended his hand toward Tyrion, perhaps hoping that his claws would shield him from King's anger. The red in Ty

Maybe if Bradley was not the main lead in this third-rate drama, I would have been touched a little. The wolves roared, including their own king, but I just smirked. My warriors outside showed up from their hiding places, pushing them away from the gates. Augustus held Bradley’s shoulder, forcing him to retreat when my warriors shifted. They were exhausted and outnumbered. Ulric pissed himself when they surrounded him. He was the only one who was left beside the gate. Of course, his king took care of his son first. “This is the power of the North, Ulric, the power of the true King. Do you understand it now?” I uttered. “One word from me and your head will be rolling on the ground.”

he responded, his words carrying a sense of respectful concern. "Tsk. Shit..." That was a problem. The elite knights, clandestinely dedicated to the service of every lycan prince, posed a challenge that couldn't be taken lightly. Their exceptional skills allowed them to swiftly identify and neutralize any potential threat. Once their attention was drawn to something awry, the perpetrator's fate was sealed—hunted down relentlessly until they met their demise and were laid to rest on the unforgiving earth.

Her tone conveyed exactly what she thought of Esme’s shape perfectly. Lilith’s words must have dragged the king’s mind back to her because he frowned and started detaching himself from Lilith to come to her. But before he could, another good looking lycan male appeared and dismissed the good natured crowd before turning to Kyrios. “Kyrios,” his tone was respectful but serious. “You need to come with me. You sister….” That was all he needed to say to grab the king’s attention. He strode over to the man and the two began conversing in low tones as they almost ran back to the castle that loomed ahead like a mammoth giant.

His eyes are so wide with terror. The Lycan King growls again, and presses his forearm even harder against Ragnar's throat. I can't see his face, but I'm sure that it must be the scariest thing Ragnar has ever seen. His powerful, shirtless back is stiff, ready to spring free at the slightest provocation. I lower my gaze, and see that his other arm is darker, as though dusted down with charcoal. His fingers are the darkest, and at the tips, vicious claws stand ready.