My Personal Lycan King Novels & Stories

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.

“I don't particularly find it of importance to tell you. All you need to know is that he crossed me in the worst way that anyone could, and I am not going to let him get away with it. So Fenrir, I need to you find that bastard and bring him to me” “Mmm,” Fenrir mumbled, twirling the cigarette in his hand, his eyes searching my face. He was probably looking for a telltale of some kind of weakness that he could poke. Unknown to him, I was not the same as the kid he messed with. I had no weaknesses, and when I had them, I never let anyone know. I was the Lycan king, the most powerful man. I could not afford to leave weaknesses for people like Fenrir to pride

Someone to pass on the coveted title to, someone that would be deserving of the entire European kingdom, and someone nobody would dare defy. When I was born, everyone rejoiced. I was everything and more that they had dreamed of, which is why at a young age, the title of Lycan King was passed on to me even before I could find my mate, my Queen, which was far from tradition and rules, but my father, the former King, was always known to challenge such things. Everyone believed I was going to find my other half with no problem. I was their definition of perfection and because of that, they strongly believed that the Moon Goddess would give me someone that would also be worthy to stand by my side

Well, mostly only pack since I don’t really have anyone I love but I can’t let him ruin something that’s my family legacy. “I want the title too.” Alan says. I sigh. I better tell my soldiers to start preparing to go to war and not just any war, this is going to be the biggest war. One that werewolves haven’t witnessed in a long ass time. “You don’t even show up for these meetings regularly and you want to be the king of all alphas. That makes no sense.” This might seem like a cowardly act, you know trying to talk him out of a war—not a very honorable thing but still.

As the Lycan King, I rule over all the other packs and they have to discuss every important matter about their pack with me. That's how it has always been but there's nothing I loathe like sitting for hours listening to things I have least Interest with so that leaves Leo to handle such petty matters. My head is occupied with the news about the new arrivals to the auction that will be held two hours from now. Known as the heartless and mateless king, I get to satsify my sexual needs by buying a few sex slaves. We lycans are known to have a strong sex drive and that's why I personally pick my sex slaves.

Lycans were also considered more superior than us since legends had said that they were the original race. The Lycan King held so much power than alphas and that should be enough to scare him off. I did not know if the Lycan King would do that. For all I knew, he never saw me. Except when I was nothing but a child. Mom and Dad also did not tell me that His Highness had seen me. “The Lycan King?” he asked, confused. “Why would you let his name be dragged on this?” he growled. “Any lie using His Majesty's name will be punishable by death if it will be proved that you’re lying.

“I never would have given you up but you had to claim your birthright and have a better life away from William and I.” Guess fate had another plan because I landed back in their arms a few years later. "Why was there an order to kill you?" "I was different," She shrugged. "and that meant you were in danger too because you were my son." "But I'm not different." "You are." “What makes me different?” It didn’t make any sense, I was just the same as other alphas, my father included. “You are no ordinary werewolf, you come from a long line of lycans, you are a lycan and not just any ordinary Lycan, you are a king.”