Legendary King Novels & Stories

And I’d dated a warlock who cursed my underwear drawer, so that was saying something. Kael hadn’t visited me since our little “You’ll need your strength for surviving me” chat, but his presence lingered like smoke in the air. And judging by the whispers I overheard from servants who scurried in and out of my chamber, the man was practically legend. Kael wasn’t just king. He was the King. The one who’d inherited the throne after ripping it from his own father’s hands in combat when he was only twenty-five. Now, at thirty-two, he was a ruler no one dared to question. A warrior whose claws had ended entire bloodlines. A strategist who crushed rebellions before they even began. And—most annoying

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.

It's lined with portraits of people who married for duty and then got immortalized for it in oil, like the palace wanted to make sure no one forgot who belonged to whom, forever, whether they'd wanted each other or not. I wasn't really looking at any of them. I was just walking the row, letting my eyes slide over gilded frames, until one stopped me completely. Lycan King Kaelor the Tenth. He looked the way he always looked. Still. Powerful in a way that didn't need to try. Unfairly good-looking, even rendered in paint by someone who'd probably been terrified the whole time they worked. I stood in front of it longer than I should have, long enough that if anyone had walked past they would hav

I deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.

Melissa Alejandra King lived the life of an assassin amongst the Valshier pack, she was known to be the strongest and dangerous fighter and had the aura of an ALPHA. Micage Alexander King lived his life amongst the humans as a protector and unknown to him, he was protected was a trusted warrior of Queen Ivory, he was ruler over every human. A KING in the eyes of the many. Devaro Allen King born from Alovia and Alexander, an illegitimate child to the throne, he would do anything to get the throne even if it means killing his siblings. A fight for the title of the Alpha king, siblings fight and the creation of monsters. Who will be given the title of the Alpha King?.

anyone, would learn the hard way. The Mother of the Future King was here. And I, Lucian, King of the Lost Wolves, would ensure the world bowed… or burned.

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.

If his Draken Saber was really incomplete, then he needed Warren's sword to bring out the full potential of his own. "I am sure you must have at least heard a rumor once about a legendary man by the name or King Cole. Till this day, he is described as the strongest and richest man to ever live. Whether it's true or not, has yet been to be confirmed. But that's just the thing about legends, it must be based on some truth. If that's the case, then I suspect the Parkers were looking for someone, a direct descendent of King Cole, to impregnate and use their offspring to conquer the world."

"But not anymore. I am going to be happy this time around. I am going to make you proud, Grandpa. I will find that deed and use it to my advantage. I will ruin all of them. This is I swear to you." I was eager to know what was inside that deed that could be equivalent to the power of the Lycan King, but before that, I needed to meet him; The Lycan King, generally known by his dreadful name, KHOAS. The King of Darkness and Ruin, bathed in the blood of thousands of innocent lives he has taken.

-Dash- “You are no ordinary werewolf, you come from a long line of lycans, you are a lycan and not just any ordinary one, you are a king.” My mother's words rang through my head but made no sense, if anything they only drove me closer to the edge of utter confusion. “What do you mean I’m a king, king of what?” I stared at her confused. “And aren’t lycans a myth?” “I did tell you my great-grandfather was the leader of all the werewolves and was the most powerful in the southern region, no?”