Lycan King Novels & Stories

The nobles parted instantly, whispering behind gloved hands, watching closely as everything unfolded. I stood frozen beside the marble pillar, the pressure of his aura pressing down on my shoulders until my joints popped. Up close, he smelled entirely of power and frost. He looked down at me, his eyes flashing a brief dangerous streak of Lycan gold. There was no warmth there, no recognition of the sacred bond currently sewing our souls together. There was only a king protecting his borders, he needed Anya’s eastern warriors to survive the brewing war on his south side. He wasn't going to let a nameless omega ruin his empire.

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

Skyla couldn't even recollect what the name of the actual Lycan King was, the one who rules the clan where Lycan Lucas lives. Not just for Skyla but for the entire world, he was the most fearsome Lycan who had got just one mission and that was expanding the territory by leaps and bounds, safeguarding people's interests and giving them what they want and the most important part was to make them progressive. He was handsome, ruthless, cold but warm when it came to his clan members! All these are rightly the qualities of a king and so many she-wolves out of love would refer them as Lycan Lucas.

Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king. Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from. Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.

"For your kind of man, I hoped I would find a servant at your beck and call-" I stood in her face in a flash, sparing a cutthroat glare and tired of being underestimated within this valley. I looked into her brown eyes, and I knew I had found what I had been looking for. "Do you know who I am?" I growled. She smiled slowly, like it was a silent poison making its mark. "You are Kaloyan Kaine, son of the famous Edward Kaine. You are the Lycan King, the Alpha of the Eastmoon pack, and the king of the humans in the city of Eastmoon."

asked Reynold (the king's eternal guard). "Just kill them both. I don't want to see another lycan breaking the rules." King Alano immediately stood up and left the place where the lycan prisoners were being tortured. The two lycans screamed for mercy, but King Alano ignored them. King Alano's ferocious face made anyone who looked at him immediately shudder. However, his good looks actually increased. King Alano is known as the cruelest and most handsome lycan king. "I won't let marriage happen again in this world."

Then Suzan continued, "My dad was the Alpha king. He married Dylan's mother first. They were living happily together until Lycans entered their lives. Dylan was only four years old when they attacked the pack. Almost everything was over at that time. My dad didn't know what to do, he tried to save his pack and his family. He was the Alpha so he could not just run away with his family. He tried his best to stop the Lycans. Lycans are the king of werewolves. They are very powerful creatures. They are born to rule the werewolves' world. At that time they did not want our dad to rule the kingdom of the north. The Lycan king tried to attack again but his sister sto

Something flickered behind his eyes at the sound. “And yours?” I asked before I could stop myself. A pause. Then, “Ronan.” The name settled heavy in the air, carrying weight and authority. “Ronan… what?” I pressed. His lips curved—not into a smile, but something darker. “King,” he said simply. My blood ran cold. Lycan King. The ruler of the most feared territory in the north. The one packs whispered about in fear and superstition. The monster who answered to no Goddess and no law.

She is such a fascinating human. “Yes,” I replied. “Please allow me to explain. Lycans are more like humans but possess divine power. We can just say we are humans blessed with the ability to transform into wolves anytime. We have packs instead of cities where a king governs each pack. Amongst all the kings, there is a supreme king called the lycan king, who rules over all the other kings with his supreme Luna.” “Wow! It sounds exciting but also a bit frightening,” she remarked with a sparkle in her eyes.

The symbols blazed—gold and silver, brighter than the torches, brighter than the fires. "You are not welcome here," I said. "Leave Blackwood territory. Take your army back to the mountains. Go back to the darkness. Or die." The king laughed. It was a hollow sound, empty of warmth, bouncing off the walls of the pavilion. "You cannot kill me," he said. "I am the first Lycan king. I was born from the shadow before the first wolf learned to walk. I am the hunger that never ends. I am the darkness that existed before your bloodline, before the packs, before the world knew light."