Lord Protector Novels & Stories

Lucius stands before I can utter a word, seemingly reading my mind he reintroduces himself. “Please, allow me to formally introduce myself,” Lucius said, placing his hands behind his back, the regular stern, proper way he held himself as the headmaster morphing into something else. “I am Lycan, ruler of supreme power, in charge of guarding the security of the entire Shifter world…King of the Otherworld.”

Anyone else might have been helpless against Viper's threat. Not even the most skilled commandos could have saved Amber without a scratch from those thugs. However, Alexander was no ordinary guy. He was the commander of the Alex Legion, the undefeated and most powerful Lord of War—Lord of War Temple. "Briscoe is dead." He emotionlessly stared down at Viper and the gang as they frantically reloaded their guns. "I'm not telling you this to make you surrender. I'm telling you because, just like Briscoe, your fate is sealed—you're all going down!"

Lester says. The alpha king is just a cocky bastard with power. Every time he comes here to meet with my father, He shows my father little respect. But I know The Lycan king is the only person who has the power to stop him and fix all of this. "If this is what's best for the pack you can count me in too, so how can we help?" Max asks. "We have the location where he is locked away. I want you guy to go verify that it's truly the place where they are keeping him, then I will come and handle it from there." I tell them both.

The ring of the steel was deafening in the quiet valley. ​"The White Lycan is the sovereign Warlord of the Shadow Legion, and she operates under my absolute protection," Kaelen stated, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that carried to every man on the field. "I do not recognize the Council's jurisdiction over my military assets. And I certainly do not yield my people to cowards who hid behind their high walls while the Crimson Court slaughtered our borders." ​A murmur of uneasy agreement rippled through the Blackwood ranks behind me.

Deep in the woods, he stumbled upon his loyal Second in command, Beta Connor, who was known for his level-headedness and unwavering loyalty. Approaching Connor, the Prince shared his inner turmoil, "Connor, I find myself torn between the traditional ruthless ways of leadership and the desire to be a just and compassionate ruler. I want to earn the respect of my pack without instilling fear or resorting to cruelty. Can you offer me any guidance?"

Susuan warned as her face hardened. Victoria cleared her throat as she turned to look at me. "Leviathan Abano, also known as Levi. He owns your old packlands now. He's the dragon deity of our hemisphere." "Why would a dragon deity want to own old werewolf territory?" Jay asked with a raised eyebrow. "It's because it neighbors our packland," Gerard answered. I looked between Delilah and Kaj and then back to Victoria and Gerard. They know. Whatever Victoria and Gerard are talking about, it's obvious that Delilah and Kaj know.

Of course today was a double ceremony, a double celebration for I would be crowded queen. The archimoon (archbishop in human terms) came forward and Elijah stepped back giving up space for the crowning. A servant came forward and his hands was a pillow that held a scepter, orb and a golden crown although smaller than that of Elijah's. The throne room was silent as the archimoon spoke. "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern and protect the Peoples of the Lycan race which includes the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, Canada, Australia, Africa and of your Possessions and the other Territories and packs to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to the law?" He asked.

"Proving myself. Showing them I could handle it. Earning their respect back." "Not once did you think about their safety," Araya observes. "About protecting them from yourself." Lucian's eyes widen slightly. "No. I didn't." "That's the difference between ruling and conquering." Araya shifts to face her son fully. "A conqueror thinks about victory. About dominance. About proving superiority. A ruler thinks about the people under their protection." "I'm not a ruler," Lucian says. "Not yet. But you will be." Araya touches Lucian's shoulder. "Your power guarantees it. The prophecy promises it. One day, wolves will look to you for leadership. The question is what kind of leader you'll become."

Adelaide added. "The Royal Guard originally had twelve departments, including the Lycan King's personal werewolf guard. Lycan Erasmus's decision to separate it is clearly to cultivate a core of loyalists. Ulrik's the best choice—he has a past with you, and the Blood Moon Pack's resentment toward you has reached the southern border. Using him will check your power," Lance analyzed. Adelaide's face darkened with indignation. "Some people are so odd—blame others for their own mistakes."