Lycan King's Mate Novels & Stories

A single, heavy word popped into my head, echoing with absolute certainty. Mate. The Lycan King was my FATED MATE!! I couldn't look away from him. His mesmerizing green eyes were like a vibrant, ancient forest, glowing with an intense, hidden power. Combined with his striking white hair and his golden skin, he just looked completely perfect and otherworldly. It felt like the entire universe had narrowed down to just the two of us standing in this tent. Then, he unexpectedly frowned, his brow furrowing as he scanned my small form, and the sudden movement broke the spell.

The Luna of his kingdom. I already met and rejected my real mate because of him, I don’t need a stupid poor, and weak mate like him, and I am eagerly waiting for the day he will crown me as his mate and queen of the Lycan. Sophia, the Lycan Queen. Haha, haha.

Third-Person Pov Amidst the chaos of battle, where the clash of teeth and fur echoed through the forest, Kavan and Murad, two powerful Lycan kings, faced off like ancient titans, their eyes locked in a deadly duel. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, their muscles taut and their instincts honed for combat. Murad, his eyes burning with possessive rage, snarled at Kavan, his voice a menacing growl. "You dare to steal my woman, Kavan? She's mine, marked by me! You cannot claim what belongs to me!"

It was one thing to see that they didn't measure up to the standard set by the Royals; it was another to realise they actively worked against it. The King looked at us, even though we had whispered our conversation as quietly as possible. "Luna Elizabeth. You may be unaware that Lycans possess excellent hearing, but let me assure you, we do. You may think the King's Law regarding mates is ridiculous, but it is the law.

Her breath caught. “Carol.” He lifted his head, voice cold and final. “I, Leonard Blackthorne, the Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom, reject you as my mate and my Luna. May the Moon Goddess bear witness to your betrayal and to my heartache. We are done.”

____________________ Back at the Lycan clan, the Lycan king, Marius was a middle-aged man. He was tall and handsome and had beautiful cobalt-blue eyes. A ruthless man and he ruled the Lycan clan with an iron fist. The Lycans were usually stronger than the werewolves but they were extremely strong due to the workload he'd make them do and the Lycans hated him. He had a mate, Eliza. An extremely beautiful woman with blonde hair and deep black coloured eyes, she was tall as well. She was a daughter of a noble and rich Lycan father. She and Marius had been mated since she was eighteen and he was twenty. But she was as ruthless as her husband and more cunning than he was. She was the mother of t

Baring his canines despite still being in his human form, he snarls, "You don't want to mess with me, werewolves." Surprisingly, the wolves back down. Even Nathan takes a few steps backward. "Who is he??" This question rings in my head. "I am The Lycan King, Xander Rollins," his voice booms to the entire forest, spreading his superiority to every animal breathing in the forest. I get chills from hearing his deep, authoritative voice. Somehow, I feel dizzy. "Touch me and there will be war." I can see Alpha Nathan backing down. So do the other two wolves. Everyone knows how powerful a Lycan can be. They say one Lycan warrior can take down three werewolves. And this is the infamous Lycan King!

Knowing what she had been through made her strong and shine with a different beauty, she was born to be a queen. She wasn’t Derek’s Queen yet. Yes, they had marked each other, but Lycans could still choose a mate even if they find their fated mate. I would not force her to come with me, but I will make damn sure that I try to win her over. I could be a bastard, but I would never take someone else’s mate away from them unless they wanted to come.

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.