Laurie R King Books Novels & Stories

Somewhere above me a window was letting in a thin slice of afternoon light, and dust hung in it, turning slowly. Then one book caught my eye. It was older than the ones around it, the spine cracked in a way that meant it had been pulled out and put back a hundred times, by a hundred different hands, over however many years the library had stood there. The Legend of the Lycan Kings. I said the title out loud, mostly just to hear my own voice do something normal, and pulled it free. It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age.

But I remained resolute, my grip tightening around the remnants of his once-mighty reign. Without a second thought, I plunged my hand into his chest, feeling the resistance of bone and sinew as I reached for his heart. With a single, powerful pull, I ripped it from his chest, crimson blood cascading over my hand and staining the floor beneath us. King Edward’s cries for mercy were abruptly silenced, his body slumping to the ground, lifeless and devoid of power.

They walked along the wall, ignoring the few people present and Ilna's personal guard, who followed a little behind. - You are right about one thing, young lady. There are so many books in this library that no person could read in his entire life. The first volumes appeared here many centuries ago, under the glorious King Gardward. Then I was a young caretaker, and was happy to find myself in such an important position in a new, just built castle. In my human lifetime there have been three kings. The third was Sanader - a powerful vampire. He came to the castle, hiding his essence, and fell in love with the daughter of Kladay, the ruler of western Ligiria, cruel but fair. All this happened b

Is there? “It won’t be such a big loss,” Righty teases. “It can’t be true, right? The church thing. Nothing ever happens to Adrian.” “Yes, but he’s a Lycan king…they’re different…protected” Righty snorts loudly, “I don’t think they’re all that diff-” he looks up and finally realises that I’m right there, shamelessly listening in on the single most bizarre conversation I’ve ever heard in my life. He bumps his brother and points in my direction. “Hey, you. Girl. Come here.”

“I should be thanking you. For rescuing me from my shattered world and healing my soul.” Our eyes held. No words were needed to feel the flood of emotions between us. “I love you, my Feisty Queen,” he whispered. A wide smile spread across my face. “And I love you too, MY RUTHLESS LYCAN KING.” And with that, surrounded by the ones I loved, with Ivy’s spirit never far, my story found its peace. THE END

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

Sanny scratched the back of her head as if finding a reason but she bore a half smile on her face while shaking her head in belief. It seemed I would have to ask the King that question personally. I am a bit intrigued. I carefully plucked one of the roses that seemed to have fully bloomed, for some reason, it was calling me, an eternal darkness I could never escape from. Now that I am in the grasp of King Dain, the ruler of all werewolves, a cold and bloodthirsty lycan, how am I to survive? What should I do from here on out? As I admired the intricately beautiful flower, I fought for an answer that was in hands rich.

He tickled Lyra next, making her laugh loudly, “They’ll write stories about their poor mother being turned into toast.” He laughed. “I’ll protect you.” Later that day, we were out in the garden. Ferris had cleared his entire afternoon. Despite being the Lycan King, he never once made me feel like the crown came before our family. He lay on the grass, reading The Fire and the Wind aloud to them, changing his voice for each character. Kael clapped when the dragon breathed fire, and Lyra tried to mimic the wind goddess with tiny hand movements. Then it happened.

I don't know, but if I can get him to trust me, I'll be able to get him to open up to me. "Fine, I'll let him mark me, but I will not mate. I'm far from being ready for that." We ended the link, and I began to read my book again. It stated in the book that the kings were older than they really were. The oldest king was over five thousand years old before he got murdered by rogues. They never found the ones that killed him. Till this day, no one knows who it was. I was so into the book that Queen was the one who told me that Lucas was coming. I knew she was right because I could smell his scent of woods and cider. He always smelled good to me. I was always fighting not to touch his arm or wat

Decades in the making, passed down from generation to generation, crafting the perfect hostile take over. I had never intended to fall for a girl. My focus was the mission. Overthrow the humans rule one of the zombie hordes as king. It was what I had spent years building towards. Then I met Lacy with her medium length mocha brown hair in layers with messy bangs, hazel eyes, a pretty face, a coca-cola body figure, and nice sized boobs. She was a book nerd but had a little edge to her style. Torn-up jeans, black shirts, black painted nails, and black canvas shoes. Lacey Thorne was the things my sex dreams were made of. Sweet, innocent, totally capable, with a slight edge to her.