Lycan King Novels & Stories

"That is dangerous. Is that not the abode of the witch who infiltrated the castle without triggering any alarms until she was gone? She is dangerous, and it would be foolish to go to the lioness's den." I looked at him, my resolve unshakable. "A king's duty is to protect his people, to stand in the face of danger, and to lead with courage. But above all, a king never abandons his queen." Hearing this, the Deltas looked at each other, then back at me. "Is that a royal declaration, Your Majesty?" one of them asked. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. "My mate, Camille Dumont, is, as of this moment, the Queen of the Lycans. So let me ask you this question: Do the Lycans abandon o

​Kael will betray you. ​I slowly turned my head to look at him. ​The Lycan King stood less than an arm's length away, heavy broadsword gripped in his hand, his black fur-lined cloak snapping violently in the icy gales. Cold. Powerful. Merciless. ​A born ruler. ​And kings always chose power in the end. Didn't they? ​The massive black beast down in the snow watched me with glowing, ancient silver eyes. "You heard her, didn't you?"

He dropped the glass for a moment and picked a cigar, lightened up with a tiny flame from the end of his finger before picking up his wine glass. He'd already listened to several of them, but he wanted to finish quickly. Listening to ordinary people wasn't something he enjoyed. "Forward," ordered Gabriel, the king's right-hand man. Gabriel stood beside Lucian, his hand resting on the sword hilt, assisting the king with certain decisions and answers. Gabriel was a man the same age as Lucian, with one of the best educations in Telestai. He had good influence in politics and was skilled at persuading anyone. However, he was also a mysterious and reserved man who liked to get anything that would

“Five years passed, and the newly-crowned King felt the pressure to marry in order to secure an heir. Lycan King Aldo wed Lady Xonia De Carisi, the daughter of a noble merchant from the east. This marriage produced a son, Prince Magnus de Gilgamesh. Though the Lycan King cared for his wife, his heart still longed for Lady Lyanna.” “Another decade went by, and fate took an unexpected turn. Lady Lyanna reappeared in Lycaon, accompanied by Prince Damon, her child with the Lycan King. This situation caused division among the council members, leading the Lycan King to ta

His skill in battle helped him become well-known, and at the mercy of the Moon Goddess, he became the respected leader to protect the rights and freedoms of his people after the long ordeals and battles. His journey to becoming the formidable lycan king he was today was marked by transformation and trials. Once a young and impulsive warrior seeking glory in battle, his path shifted when he encountered a wise and influential lycan elder who recognized his potential. Guided by his mentor, he began to develop the qualities of leadership and diplomacy, ultimately earning a place as a trusted advisor to the king.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

The others staggered back, fear flickering in their eyes. The Lycan King didn't wait for them to run—he was out for blood. With a deafening roar, he lunged forward, grabbing one rogue by the throat and slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force. The rogue coughed up blood, his body twitching before going still.

And at the far end, on a raised platform, sat a throne of black iron. And on that throne sits a tall, muscular man, The Lycan King. Kieran Blackthorn. The Beast King. I forgot to breathe. He is not what I expected. The stories painted him as a monster, something barely human. But the man before me was nothing like an animal. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I am. He is devastatingly beautiful in the way dangerous things are beautiful, sharp and perfect and absolutely terrifying.

It was intimidating to say the least. "Who do we have here?" He smirked as he saw me. I instantly disliked him and his patronizing tone. "Luna Avalyn," I said confidently. "And who would you be?" "King Vasilik of Kingdom Mozog," he said as he looked down his nose at me. The kingdom name rang a bell. Rhazien was from Kingdom Mozog. Also, I didn't like his attitude. "King Vasilik, may I know the reason for your unannounced presence in my pack and in my home?" I asked with a sweet smile.

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.