Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

Deep and ancient, vibrating in my bones, rattling my teeth, making the bond hum with a warning I had not felt since the fissure opened. The twisted wolves stopped. Their red eyes flickered. They turned. They ran, disappearing into the forest like mist burning off in the morning sun. The field was silent. Cassian lowered his blade. His chest was heaving, his armor cracked, his arm bleeding from a wound that would not stop. "What was that?" he asked. Lysander’s grey eyes were wide. His hand tightened on the dagger. "The king," he said. "The real king. Not the echo we faced in the fortress. Not the shadow we bound in the tomb. The first Lycan king. He is coming."

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.

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

“He looks different from us. This is the first time I saw a person like him. I mean, Kyle is considered the most handsome guy in our county. He indeed is. But that guy—” A burst of laughter broke through the cold silence. Warner, a man who barely smiled, started laughing. “The way you are talking as though he is the ugliest man you have seen.” “No. Absolutely not. I mean I cannot even put the word handsome to it. It is more than that.” Warner sighed and handed me a dry towel. “The Lycan King is known for his excellent genetic condition. It is said the pure blood Lycan offspring has an appearance that nobody can explain. They are not the typical textbook stereo

Lycan walked slowly across the cold wooden floorboards, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He was the Wolf King. He commanded a continent of lethal shifters, possessed a treasury that could buy entire nations, and ruled from a fortress of impenetrable stone and iron. If he wanted to, he could wrap Amy in the finest silks in the world, crown her in diamonds, and force the entire inner citadel to their knees before her. But that wasn't what she wanted.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

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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The door was sent flying in the air, hitting against the wall and reducing into pieces of dust. " How dare you touch her with your dirty hands?" Brendon roared, breathing furiously, his eyes were bloodshot red giving off a murderous melody. " Leave her you bastards!" He roared, and there was a disastrous interaction of lightning waves. It was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open. After a few seconds the light beams disappeared, from there walked a huge beast like werewolf. No , not a werewolf but a Lycan King. The legendary beast who was king of werewolves. I have only heard this from other slaves during my time in prison but witnessing it with my eyes

I thought I had gotten over the pain of having Logan choose Regina over me and reduce me to his personal slave after I rejected him last night but I still felt the pain just thinking about it. " Here." I turned to see the Lycan King serving me with a bowl of Vegetable porridge. " Drink this first. It's good to eat a light meal first." He said,his concentration channelled to that one task. I could help but observe his hands carefully. They were huge and all veined. I could see that they were strong,typical warrior hands. He's the Lycan King after all so that's expected of him. Rumour has it that he can take down seven strong were