Lycan King Novels & Stories

It’s like when he has loyalty to offer, she, on the other hand, has nothing but disloyalty and betrayal on her skin. “You’re too old to know what’s right from wrong, Alora. I hope you put that in your mind sometimes.” But Alora wasn’t listening anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the wrestle between the Lycan king and the alpha. Which, fortunately, was leaning in towards the alpha’s victory. TheLycan king was on the ground now, Brayden holding him down. “Surrender your defeat, Lycan king!” – Brayden ordered with his claw raised up

“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.”

“The Lycan king will be here by noon, and the presence of everyone is needed downstairs. The order insists we all welcome him in the next 20 minutes." The person said and then I recognized the voice, it was the head maid. As luck would have it, she didn't come in, she only spoke from the door. I cleared my throat, attempting to steady my voice. "I'll be there shortly," I managed to reply, my voice strained. This was the first time I'll be meeting someone so powerful especially the Lycan king, so I would try my best to look presentable. His reputation for being extremely cruel and vicious was well-known across the entire kingdom.

“But spare me the dramatics. Just the facts.” She nodded quickly. “His name is King Alaric of the Bloodmoon Dominion. He rules over the Lycans and is feared across all packs for his strength and ruthlessness. They say he killed his father to claim the throne, and no one has dared challenge him since. He doesn’t tolerate outsiders, and..” I cut her a sharp look. “I said facts, Talia. Not bedtime horror stories.” “Y-yes, my Lady. Apologies.” She swallowed and continued.

God. The Lycan King stepped out from an adjoining room, a towel slung loosely around his waist, his damp hair falling over his forehead. Droplets of water trailed down his bare chest, accentuating the sculpted ridges of muscle beneath. He looked like a god—tall, powerful, and breathtakingly lethal. I had imagined a king in his late forties, someone graying and battle-worn. But Zane Valerian Blackhowl was young. Too young.

I was tempted to ask Keon to accompany me and help me get rid of these urges. As I stood before the three of them, my eyes caught the Lycan King and for a split second, I took in his features. He was gorgeous. He had jet-black hair which was tousled across his forehead. Courtesy of the chandelier that hung above us, his tan skin was glowing and his well-chiseled jawline stirred something in me. His icy blue eyes were hollow and made me feel like I was falling into an abyss as I gazed at them.

I feel shivers in my spine at the danger of it all I step keep moving until I am very sure he is around and there he is. King Alonso, ruler of the Alistair Lycan Kingdom, my best friend since childhood. But it is not really him anymore. The beast that stands before me is twice the size of a normal Lycan- just as a Lycan king should be.

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."

The only thing I hated about being king, was having to make life or death decisions. “Kill them all. Every Lycan that has been bitten should be killed. And Fang, get all the best trackers you can find. We are going hunting.”

Caspian The Crimson Cycle hits every Lycan male on the winter solstice. It is a biological curse. A fever in the blood that demands violence or a mate. Usually, I lock myself in the palace vaults and sweat it out. I suppress the beast. My twin brother, Octavian, always had a way of handling his cycle. He would line up willing females and spend a week destroying hotel rooms. But I am the King. I do not lose control like a common dog.