Lycan King Novels & Stories

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

Alsie POV- We were laughing and goofing around in the bed, blowing off some steam, and having some much-needed conversations. It was nice. “Dante, tell us about the Lycan King.” I said as I looked over my shoulder at Dante behind me. “Ok. The Lycan King’s name is Declan; he has one heir to date. Declan is 1301 years old and he became the Lycan King when he was 518 years old. He’s a young king, he took the throne from King Liam by force, at the time King Liam was only 2276 years old and he was the youngest king ever. Declan has no mate; his single heir was born out of wedlock and mate bond. In fact

Your love, Otsana. I stared at the screen, disbelief and anger flooding my veins. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Call me whatever you want, my queen. But this is for the best.” He snapped the phone’s back open, removed the SIM card, and broke it in half. Before I could stop him, he placed the pieces in his mouth and swallowed them. “You’re insane,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Watch your tongue, Otsana. I am the Lycan King. I rule over all the packs in this kingdom. You will show me respect.”

he declared with a resolute voice, and those words echoed through my thoughts like a haunting melody, intertwining with my doubts and uncertainties. But the questions persisted, gnawing at my soul, like a relentless storm that refused to subside. Could it be possible that the figure described in Soren's stories—the one who protected the innocent and brought hope to those in need—truly existed within this enigmatic Lycan King? How could Lucian be both the feared ruler of chaos and domination, as depicted in the tales of old, and a guardian of the innocent? The complexity of his character baffled me, leaving me torn between the legend and the reality that stood

Lyra left Nile’s side and went to stand beside Julian, which caused another stir among the guests. “Lyra, what are you doing?” Nile asked, pretending to be hurt and confused. “Who is he? What’s the meaning of this?” “It’s over, Nile,” Lyra said, calling him by his real name. “The real Lycan King is here.” Looking around, she addressed the guests. “That is the Rogue King who has been trying to take over the kingdom. He imprisoned His Majesty and forced me to work for him.”

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.

A shape I knew like breath. I arched a brow. “And who is this elusive savior?” He hesitated, like saying the name too loudly might summon him. “He is the Lycan King —” “Lucian BloodyMoon.”

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.

the wiz king demanded. “You took so long and I don’t know how to stand for long. Coincidentally there’s a beautiful seat like this, who wouldn’t help themselves to it?” the Lycan king asked with a quirked brow. “Lukhaya isn’t afraid of war, Kyle Norman!” the king raged as he flew over to the obstinate fellow who didn’t seem like he’d leave the seat anytime soon.

Aelindra shouted, her voice sharp. Drevon seized his blade, blood dripping from his wounded arm. He approached the fallen king, his heart pounding. The king glared up at him, his glowing eyes filled with defiance even in his final moments. “You will never break the Lycans,” the king said, his voice a low growl. “Our spirit cannot be extinguished.” Drevon hesitated for the briefest of moments, then drove his blade into the king’s chest. The Lycan let out a final, ear-splitting roar, the sound filled with pain and fury. His massive body shuddered, then fell still.