My Personal Lycan King Novels & Stories

They looked like ordinary hands, pale and small and trembling. "I do not feel like a witch." "Your powers are suppressed. They will return in time." He leaned back in the chair. "The ones who hunted your people were the ancestors of the Lycan King. His family has held the throne for centuries. They are responsible for the death of your people." "Lycan King?" "A tyrant. He rules the seven realms with fear and violence. He turns into a horrendous beast on full moon nights and kills everything in his path. He wants you dead because you are the only one who can break his power."

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

“The Lycan king will be here by noon, and the presence of everyone is needed downstairs. The order insists we all welcome him in the next 20 minutes." The person said and then I recognized the voice, it was the head maid. As luck would have it, she didn't come in, she only spoke from the door. I cleared my throat, attempting to steady my voice. "I'll be there shortly," I managed to reply, my voice strained. This was the first time I'll be meeting someone so powerful especially the Lycan king, so I would try my best to look presentable. His reputation for being extremely cruel and vicious was well-known across the entire kingdom. People had heard many stories about his lack of mercy or kindne

He’s such a nice asshole no wonder Mom and Dad didn’t choose him to be the Lycan king. I was crowned the Lycan king and Jacob the Alpha because I am tough, brave, and more confident than Jacob will ever be and it makes much more sense for me to be the Lycan king because I’m two minutes older than Jacob and I have those amazing qualities that Jacob doesn’t. If he was slightly as tough as me, his stupid pack could have been able to handle battles like I handle the whole town with just a single glare.

That night, I had to escape the pack house when a spy told me they planned on attacking burning it down, they did. I went to New York, a human town and started afresh, I built myself up to a Lycan king, higher than I was back at my pack house. Being a Lycan means I’m the king of alphas but that’s not my goal, I am going to be king of all alphas and all Lycans, those existing, those who existed and those who are yet to exist. I will destroy everyone and everything and when Ryan finds out the truth, she will hate me, just like she’s supposed to.

I feel shivers in my spine at the danger of it all I step keep moving until I am very sure he is around and there he is. King Alonso, ruler of the Alistair Lycan Kingdom, my best friend since childhood. But it is not really him anymore. The beast that stands before me is twice the size of a normal Lycan- just as a Lycan king should be.

He looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time, not just as a mate or a woman he desired, but as something sacred. "Kyla..." he began, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register. "I am the Lycan King. But a curse was put on me years ago. It is a curse of duality. I turn into this... this monster at night, trapped in a body that reflects the violence of my beast. But in the day, the sun grants me my human form. I look like my normal self—the man you met and slept with at the Fangtonia hotel.”

“And how do you know me?” He smiled. Then, with slow, confident steps, he backed away like he was preparing for something dramatic. And when he spoke, his voice echoed with power. “I am the Lycan King. The Alpha of Alphas. The one no one dares to cross without paying the price. The protector of those who call out in need.” I stared at him, stunned. The Lycan King? No. It couldn’t be. There were many Alphas across the world. Dozens of packs. But only one Lycan King. One ruler above all others. And he was standing right in front of me.

He ran his fingers through his hair and I noticed the blackness for the first time since he arrived. " Tomorrow wife, we will be royalties. I will be the king and you will be my Queen. My son, the first Alpha will be crowned the prince after he is born " All his words sound like a puzzle to me. I am in confusion and fear. What is Lycan planning? " What ...are you aiming for Lycan? " I asked him after a very long time when I finally found my lost voice. " Lycan..." " You heard me " He replied firmly and I gulped down hard. " I'm gonna be ruler again but this time I'm ruling over everyone. There will be nothing like four divided packs. No. Everyone will be under my command "

facing him eye to eye until I felt pain in my bite marks. I held my back and was almost bending my knees when Rozen caught me in his arms. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah." I lied, because the more the man looked at me the more the pain in my back killed me. "It's finally nice to meet you, Ms. Klay Rose Green." The man handed his hand to me. "I am the current lycan king."