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

"“What does that mean?” “Werewolves are powerful beings, but the strongest of them all are the Primordial werewolves. It was long since believed that the Primordial bloodline was destroyed many centuries ago. Without the rightful heir to the Primordial throne, a Lycan claimed it for his own. But unlike the other werewolves, Lycans are vicious creatures who consort with Vampires. Obsessed with power the Lycans stole the throne and placed their leader upon it. He is known as the Old King for he has rained for over 5 centuries.”

The king was next to him again, blood soaring in the air as he ripped out his arm, His leg. Like it was nothing. I felt ill. Bile rose up my throat as the blood pooled round the fountain, the smell of iron strong in the air. The Alpha had not made a sound after his arm was ripped out, his eyes a hazy gloss as he stared above, his face bone white, even in the darkness. “Y-your.. your majesty.” His chest heaved as the king stood over him, and for the first time in my life, I saw fear in a lycans eyes.

she retorted as she not so subtly rolled her eyes. "Lycan King Oscar coveted such powers, so he charmed the Primordial's princess. He got to learn that once every ten years, the Primordial's were at their lowest and powerless. He mobilized his warriors, and they attacked. Being the Primordial's princess, she was entrusted to protect the Chronos with her life. Just before she died, she activated it and asked to make three wishes." The seer explained, her voice dropping an octave and I leaned forward as I placed my palms flat against the desk and tried to capture every word that was being spoken.

Lyra looked at him, really looked, and for the first time saw the truth beneath the legend. This man wasn’t afraid of war. He was afraid of wanting. Outside, the moon climbed higher, silver light spilling across stone and skin alike. And in that quiet, dangerous space between them, Lyra realized something else too. The Lycan King wasn’t the monster the world feared. He was far worse. He was a man losing control. And somehow— She was already part of the reason why.

THE PRIMAL LYCAN TOOTH. All undergo the phase of being toddlers- may it be human, vampires or werewolves. It is mainly the aspect of life where evolution happens in mysterious ways. When the fist tooth that grows in a lycan form arose, it is known to be a magical way of keeping a loyal contract with them just as how dragons would offer their cores to form a bond to their contractors. I do hope that those servants will take my bet seriously. I'm pretty sure no kleptomaniac cannot resist the thought of riches and gold.

Every prophecy must be read in the right context. "He's right," James said looking into his laptop. “I found what you asked me” and looked into Max's eyes smiling. “This is proof that it is all a story. The primordials are descendants of the King Of Werewolves. We don’t have a king anymore. We just live in packs and have our territories. ” Max looks at James and doesn’t say anything and he sees Meredith approaching, followed by Vivi and Cara and Lori. "How did I do?" she asks Max, smiling at him.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

“I think it’s high time we know what we really are…” I hummed in response as I turned the first page and together, we started reading. ‘Primordials are the most powerful werewolves to have ever existed and no werewolf can match their power except Lycans. They are almost identical to Lycans but unlike Lycans, they have two wolves within them. They have unique powers and enhanced senses which can detect anything which even ordinary werewolves normally miss to catch…’ The more we read, the more our heart rate sped up as we came down to one final conclusion. “We are actually primordial werewolves.” Lucas stated what was repeatedly crossing my mind once we were done reading.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

With a tight hold on her hair, I turn us so that I am now facing more members of her Pride and growl. “I am King Nathaniel Hunter Cole King, the new Lycan Shifter and Vampire King. What I have witnessed here is more than enough grounds to seize this Pride. Let the word spread, I am a fair and just King, however, give me a reason and you will probably not like the consequences that go with it… Now as for the members of Vapor-Moon Pride that are standing in front of me, due to the actions of your Mane, the total disrespect not only to me but to her own members this Pride is no more. Her punishment is death… Everyone else will be either evacuated or killed and then everything else will be level