Primordial: The Cruel Lycan King's Redemption Novels & Stories

But amidst the chaos and pain, a fire burned within me, an unyielding determination to protect Lyra at all costs. Amidst searing pain, my primal essence burned brighter, fuelling my determination, and heightening my senses. Their every move became apparent to me, their intentions sensed before they even struck. The battle transformed into a primal dance, a clash of forces where I reigned as the Lycan King, Lord of Chaos. I met each attack with savage precision, countering their aggression with a relentless ferocity that left my adversaries reeling.

"You think you fought for humanity. You fought to keep the cage locked so the real gods could step over you. The Primordial has been watching. It has been waiting for someone to do the hard work of consolidating the Void. You saved it the trouble." ​The fortress shook. The legion of souls they had liberated, the soldiers they had trusted, turned as one to face Vlad. They were no longer allies; they were extensions of the Primordial’s will. ​Vlad looked at Laura. She was fading, the violet light of the Codex being drained into Kaelen’s crystallized fragment.

“You are not like the others. You carry the blood of the first. The primordial line flows within you.” “What are you talking about?” I demanded. “I’m just… me.” “You are reincarnated,” she said firmly. “You are the heir to power older than this pack, older than any Alpha. Your kind is rare, child. Primordial werewolves are the source of all others.” Kaelan’s breath hitched beside me. “She’s… primordial?” “Yes.” The priestess turned to him, her gaze unyielding. “And with that comes great danger. Others will seek to destroy her, to claim her power. You must protect her at all costs.”

She heaves and she trembles, and it’s like her body is going on a purge because she retches and she doesn’t stop. Cain looks at me forlornly. “Please Lyros. She’ll die if she isn’t attended to soon.” The smell of poisoned blood wafts into my nose and I suppose I should have suspected Cain wasn’t normal. His time in the cells should have run him mad. Yet he came out, survived, and now, has manifested the divinity and power of Ashryn, a supreme Lycan King and the first of his kind. “I need both of you to help me with something.”

"I have to infuse a fraction of my blood into your veins. It will generate a dominant resonance in your system, completely destabilizing and masking whatever primitive bloodline test the Council tries to run on you. I cannot stop them from doing their work." I stared at him, blankly. "I’m still lost.” “That's the only way to get you out of this, Princess.” He paused, his gaze dropping to my lips before locking back onto my eyes with a fierce, intense fire. "I don't know what the hell you are doing to me, Princess.” He moved closer, voice lower now. “I am the Lycan King. I should not be risking my crown, nor siding with a potential threat to my academy."

I whispered, the name tasting like cold iron. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a hundred figures stepped out—not shifters, and not machines, but Primordial Predators of the Zero Cycle, their fur a thick, violet-black stardust, their eyes glowing with the carnal, prehistoric hunger of the ones who first broke the world. "Welcome to the End of the Food Chain, Darlene," the Leader of the First Pack growled, his voice a perfect mirror of Eryx’s own primal instincts. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Wolves who made the King."

“Hunter is heading straight for the medical dungeons to get your father! If you do not protect the west wing with your light, that bastard will drag him back to the border. Clear the interior path, Empress. I will handle the Valley.” Before I could argue about strategy, the King Lycan let out a battle roar that did not belong to a man, but to the largest alpha beast in the north. His body expanded through partial mystical transformation, and with a brutal push of his shoulders, he unleashed his core’s silver energy against the frozen stone. The block of ice split in two with a deafening crash that brought back the purple light of the siege lamps. We leaped out of the pit, surrounded by a sho

And so, with the elixir of immortality within his grasp, he braced himself for the final encounter, aware that the witch would not easily relinquish her hold on such potent magic. The fate of Aria's resurrection hung in the balance, as Dax confronted the evil witch, prepared to face her dark magic and claim the elixir that held the power to bring back his beloved. With unwavering determination, the Lycan King descended into the depths of the underworld, a realm cloaked in darkness and teeming with malevolent spirits. Guided by the spirits of his ancestors and the burning love in his heart, he navigated the rugged terrain, his eyes fixed on his ultimate goal—the elixir of immortality.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

“There are forces here that will not welcome you waking up… but for now… you are safe.” Alexander let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling. He looked at the lodge in the distance. He could feel the elders inside, the whispers of the pack, the watching and judging. But for the first time, a small spark of courage lit up inside him. Somewhere in the forest, under the red moon, the strongest omega he had kept hidden for so long had noticed the Lycan King—and felt, perhaps, that he had been noticed in return.