Lycan King Novels & Stories

"I understand." They were silent on the way back to Darius' house. Then Seraphina thought of something that made her ask Darius again. "Excuse me, if I may ask, are you a Lycan like Valerian?" Seraphina looked at Darius sideways. "Yes, I am also the Lycan King and Valerian is my rival." ***

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.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from

"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.

"That is dangerous. Is that not the abode of the witch who infiltrated the castle without triggering any alarms until she was gone? She is dangerous, and it would be foolish to go to the lioness's den." I looked at him, my resolve unshakable. "A king's duty is to protect his people, to stand in the face of danger, and to lead with courage. But above all, a king never abandons his queen." Hearing this, the Deltas looked at each other, then back at me. "Is that a royal declaration, Your Majesty?" one of them asked. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. "My mate, Camille Dumont, is, as of this moment, the Queen of the Lycans. So let me ask you this question: Do the Lycans abandon o

Lycans were also considered more superior than us since legends had said that they were the original race. The Lycan King held so much power than alphas and that should be enough to scare him off. I did not know if the Lycan King would do that. For all I knew, he never saw me. Except when I was nothing but a child. Mom and Dad also did not tell me that His Highness had seen me. “The Lycan King?” he asked, confused. “Why would you let his name be dragged on this?” he growled. “Any lie using His Majesty's name will be punishable by death if it will be proved that you’re lying.

“I will never forget my duty as the Lycan King.” I let the words settle. They didn’t ease the anger in their eyes. But for now, they would have to be enough.

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

Controlling an Alpha and making them fall at your feet was another level entirely. The Lycan King could bend half the nation at his will. Was that how powerful Lycans were? Or was it just the King? This was a different thing altogether. The man I had refused in front of everyone. The man whose mask I had run from. I could have been standing in that courtyard, verdict made on my pitiful life. Or Hazel's. My legs finally started to move. I walked the rest of the gallery with my head down, delivered the linen to a startled laundry maid, and didn't say a word to anyone.

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.