Lycan King Novels & Stories

I ran away and hid for five years and to finally get an answer to all my questions. The young boy that would always appear in my dreams experienced something that turned his heart to stone. He lost a loved one and because of that; he became the candidate for the Lycan King’s throne. The day he became the Lycan King, he started to punish the race of the person who killed his brother; witches. He loathed them so much that he bathed in their blood.

That is the last thing I was expecting when I woke up this morning, but it was clear that the moon goddess was playing a big trick on me. I had told everyone not to disturb me even when the slaves arrive and I had told Ava to handle it, and then report back to me later. There is going to be a raid going on later tonight, I need to be level-headed. But there she was in my private building and with the slaves. . . “Yes, I am the Lycan King" I confirmed with a smirk, she was looking up at me in disbelief but I was enjoying myself, it seems my day would be having a very interesting turn after all.

That all happened twenty-one years ago to be exact and the Lycan king has never been the same. He went on a rampage and blindly attacked people. The capital of Lyros's kingdom is named Elenai, after someone dear to his heart. With the Lycan king's loss came a change of power sanctioned by him, his immediate cousin was to rule in his place and it was during this period Rhys was born.

“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?”

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side.

"Friendship and empty assurances are not my concern. That is not who I am. My path is forged by actions, not mere words. Allow me to share a story with you, one that reveals the resilience of a Lycan king." As Lucian's words reach my ears, a part of me can't help but be intrigued. What story does he hold within his grasp? Would it be enough to convince the pack members? His tone carries an air of detachment, reflecting his stoic nature. “There was once a Lycan king, a figure of unparalleled strength and unshakeable determination. He faced insurmountable hardships and waged wars with unwavering resolve. Countless battles left him

He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him. The old king had been feared throughout her village. No one spoke his name, afraid to summon his shade from the abyss. There were whispers that the Lycan King had to put down his father. The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders.

He also earned the title of being a ruthless and most dangerous king in the Lycan’s history. “King Zachary,” Beta Blake approached the man hiding behind the curtains in the balcony. Zachary Lucian, the Lycan King and also the definition of the words fear and trouble didn’t bother to glance at his beta. He’s fixed on watching his guests on his spacious lawn. He’s on the second floor and his guests were enjoying the dinner at the ground hall.

Kaiden inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Proceed.” “People say the Lycan King is a man that has lived for over a thousand years. Even after living for so many years, the moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate. So they say he attends every banquet even if he's uninterested only because he was in search of his mate.” Oliver said in one breath. “What if his mate is from our pack?”