Lycan King Novels & Stories

“What a pleasant surprise I must say.” I stepped forward and when Tyler tried to stop me, I smiled at him to be calm. “Hello, Sir, I am Gwendolyn Mcgregor and I am the wife of King Ashton which makes me the Queen of the Lycans. I and my partner have come to speak to you about the recent kidnap of one of us. We don't want troubles ju_” He busted out laughing loudly, cutting me off in a rude manner. “You,” he pointed at me, “are the Queen of the Lycans? The wife of the very man we seek?”

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.

“I’m here to talk about the one living in this packhouse.” Greg sighed deeply, he knew where this conversation was going. He massaged his temples and looked at the old man with a pained expression “And what about her?” The old man narrowed his eyes “She’s just a normal wolf, Your Majesty. She shouldn't be here.” Greg’s jaw clenched. He’d known there would be complaints, but he hadn’t expected the elders to confront him directly. He was the king, and what he said went. “I’m the Lycan King,” Greg said, his voice hard but steady. “I can invite anyone I want to join this pack.”

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.

"You... you murdered the old King?" "We took care of a problem," Rowan corrected coldly. "But we made one massive mistake. We let his son live. We thought a useless pup wouldn't survive the winter alone. But Cassian didn't die. He crawled into the shadows, built himself an army of loyalists, took back his crown, and now he's the Lycan King. He’s spent years waiting for the perfect moment to destroy us. And this Peace Gathering? This is his move." The room went completely silent, save for the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

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.

I stroked her head and said patiently, "Honey, studying here is not suitable for you. You are so much smarter than the kids here." She beamed and reluctantly got out of the car. But the second she saw Araceli, she opened the door and raced over to her. "Araceli! Valeria!" She shouted, waving at them happily. I frowned slightly, wondering why she liked them so much. I pulled out my phone and dialed Micah. "Daddy, what's wrong?" The call was quickly answered, and Micah's calm voice came through the receiver. Many people in the Royal Pack said that Micah was as calm and collected as I was, and he was born to become Lycan King.

I might say, "isn’t it ironic?" "Nanny Daniele had explained to me that long ago, when the Lycan were known as powerful, cold, and wicked tyrants who ruled over the wolves, a treaty was made that one of the werewolf high born was to be married to the Lycan king's son, my father, but he wasn’t like the others, he doesn’t have the killer instincts, but he was ordered to take a bride anyway." Killian shrugged as he took out a bottle of wine and poured it into a cup. He noticed Brynn hadn’t moved an inch, but he knew she was listening attentively to everything he was saying.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

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.