Lycan King Novels & Stories

The cold Sovereign, the ruthless Lycan King who never compromised, looked completely broken. "Fine," Kaelen whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "Give me the vial." "Kaelen... no..." I managed to gasp out, grabbing his leather sleeve with my weak fingers. "Don't... give in..." "I'm not letting you die, Valeria," he said fiercely, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Not today. Not ever." Lyra smirked, stepping forward and extending her arm with the silver vial. "Wise choice, my King."

'The king' Aurora growls, the one behind not only all of this, but the pain of wolves spanning life times. The lycan king is over a hundred and fifty years old, stories have always circulated that he accesses dark magic to continue not only his life but his reign. He is the most power hungry, ruthless person in the history books. Cole growls beside me, his teeth shining as he eyes off the king, not liking the way he is watching me.

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!

He figured that there would have been maybe a half dozen guards, not almost thirty. With the new plan he had it allowed him to strike at night when they least expected it. His men would move silently and quickly to eliminate as many guards as they could and then he would come with the hybrid and destroy the Lycan king once and for all. Leaving him to take over the kingdom and then he would make the hybrid his queen, only using her to take over the rest of the surrounding area. Once everything was complete, he would have his hybrid disposed of so she wouldn’t be able to use her power against him.

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.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

Dylan was making good on his promises, he supplied me with over two thousand soldiers. We were still good friends and the pack was confident that victory was ours in this war. Gina, not so much. She was completely pessimistic and got angry at me for taking such a huge step without telling her but I don’t really care about what she thinks. Before my father died, this was what he wanted for me and no matter how much I hated the man, it was a good thing to want for himself and his son but it is not a monarchy and even if my dad has the title, I will still have to fight for my own place at the table. It’s good though not having everything handed over to me on a platter of gold. That will be bad

Monarch Miller Jones’s point. In the heart of the mystical Lycan realm, where moonlight wove secrets and shadows danced with desire, there existed a king unlike any other. His name echoed through the ancient forests, whispered with both reverence and fear: King Miller. I stretched my limbs once I woke up from the hot and tiring sex with Tina, the pack slut, and my current bed partner for a good fuck. She provided me with coitus (sex) anytime, anywhere, and whenever I was horny. I got up from my bed and took my shower before getting dressed. My name is Miller Reid Jones. I am the Lycan king. I was born as a Lycan. My father was the former

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They looked like ordinary hands, pale and small and trembling. "I do not feel like a witch." "Your powers are suppressed. They will return in time." He leaned back in the chair. "The ones who hunted your people were the ancestors of the Lycan King. His family has held the throne for centuries. They are responsible for the death of your people." "Lycan King?" "A tyrant. He rules the seven realms with fear and violence. He turns into a horrendous beast on full moon nights and kills everything in his path. He wants you dead because you are the only one who can break his power."

Progress. I walked into the square without drawing. The Lycan on the chain squinted down his nose. “Foreign,” he said, as if the word tasted like dust. “Name your business or be gone.” “I am Kael,” I said, and let the title come like a hammer dropped from a quiet height. “King of the Lycans.” They laughed. The sound had the wobble of men who don’t want to look past the thing that keeps them safe. “Equal to none,” said the tallest. His armor showed the sigil of a sunburst clamped in a fist. “Especially not to dogs.”