My Personal Lycan King Novels & Stories

I deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

"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."

the man told me. My eyes widened with complete interest. I would do anything to get that female back. However, the man's next words left me in shock. “If you want to change destiny and cheat reality, what you must do is kill the Lycan king, the man she belongs to,” he told me. This had to be a damn joke! I had to kill Bradley? How the hell was I supposed to do that? The reality was that, for centuries, Lycan kings had been powerful beings, but blue-blooded Lycans were even more legendary. They could summon the power of ice, just like that huge, almost invincible Lycan.

I am not that tired, but I know my men require some sleep to regain their composure. West Wood pack is so small compared to my kingdom. My name is King Morris of the Lycan Kingdom. My men and I are from war where we have acquired all the packs that didn't comply with us, and now we are out here protecting them from a rogue Lycan. Actually, the rogue is my brother Damon, since he couldn't be the successor of the throne after my father died.

Your love, Otsana. I stared at the screen, disbelief and anger flooding my veins. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Call me whatever you want, my queen. But this is for the best.” He snapped the phone’s back open, removed the SIM card, and broke it in half. Before I could stop him, he placed the pieces in his mouth and swallowed them. “You’re insane,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Watch your tongue, Otsana. I am the Lycan King. I rule over all the packs in this kingdom. You will show me respect.”

(Lucian’s POV) I don’t like to brag about myself, but I am undoubtedly one of the most powerful beings on this continent. In my past life, countless ladies admired and revered me. No one dared show me disrespect, and those who did were swiftly cast into the hell of blood. It was because of this that I became the Lycan King. Yes, Me, The Lycan King. And now, I’m locked in a tiny waiting room! This is the first time in my entire life I’ve ever been locked in a room—especially by a woman!

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

A lot of destruction has already been caused and they don't want to cause it further. Lycan King taps his shoes on the floor, waiting for his mate to step down and bring her to his house so he can finally claim her. He could have done the same thing back at his house in the afternoon, but he didn't because he wanted to take her with him in front of her parents to show her that she now has no one to look to except him and that now she has no nowhere to run.

After I said that, I faced my table and sat on the swivel chair. "You don't have a meeting schedule with her. "Matilde, who pays you?" She stopped and bowed. "I'm sorry, Rock. I was just worried about you." I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything is under control." "But what other lycans tell you, you don't control. They have minds of their own, Rock." "Matilde, they can't do anything. I am the Lycan King of the Redwood here in Luciana. If they don't agree to what I want, it's best to kick them out of here. You know what I mean."