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!"

Hearing enough of his disrespect I start to deliver blow after blow to him. These wolves are like fucking kids. They are a danger to themselves. My father ruled over the Lycans with fear and with that fear came respect. When my father and every other firstborn supernatural creature disappeared, I became king of the Lycans. The Lycans respected me the same way they did my father because of the fear that my father installed into them. But when all the Lycans died off that respect died along with them.

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.

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."

Why was he feeding Arion’s head with lies? “Your father knew that even if he trained you to kill Azura, you wouldn’t be able to do it. As a Guardian Dragon, you are wired to protect the Stone. Which is why you were taught to be King the correct way. If you showed any signs of turning against your kind, a new King would have been chosen. At that point, it would be out of your father’s hands, and he would have lost his ability to be the current King as Charles would have been selected.” Trenton answered my thoughts, which at this point I was thankful for.

"I have come on behalf of the Lycan King to discuss the recent attacks on our shipments. Who holds the authority here?" The woman’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of somber resignation. "We have no pack leader of our own, traveler. The Thalassion have been without a head for many years. We are ruled by the Rogue King, a man named Malakor the Scarred. He rules over the smaller fractions of the packs associated with us, claiming to provide protection in exchange for our labor and our resources. He is not of our blood, but his grip is tight, and his shadow is long."

If bold Gareth hungered for battle, our enemy would soon wish they had never stirred such fell purpose! "Jake! Come here." I called him from the knot of patrol lieutenants to stand at rigid attention, ink black hair sweeping his shoulders in twin plaits. I rested both hands firmly on Jake's sturdy form. Here stood my right hand, tireless defender guarding these cherished borders day and night the past decade. None boasted a deeper wellspring of devotion towards our wild refuge.