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

The shadows boiled and evaporated wherever my light touched them, unable to withstand the absolute purity of the awakening. Fenrir stopped his mocking laughter. He took a hesitant step back, his massive shadow-wolf features contorting in sheer shock. His obsidian eyes widened as he stared at the blinding pillar of fire I had become. He recognized this light. He had not seen it for a thousand years. He realized, with a creeping dread that finally pierced his arrogance, that I had awakened the full, primordial power of the first Lycan Queen—the very power that had been designed to bring him to his knees.

"They are trying to breach the lower levels before the Prince stabilizes." "Hold the line," she snaps. "If they reach the lower sectors, everything collapses." The guard leaves. The door locks again. I stare at her. "What are rogues?" "Outcasts. Wolves who lost themselves to the wild." "Then why are they organized?" "Because someone is controlling them." A chill crawls through me. "And why now?" Her silence answers before her words do. "Because the Prince is transitioning." "Transitioning into what?" "A Lycan."

Another replied and I groaned but still closed my eyes there. “Are you nut? Can’t you see he is about to die? He can’t even open his eyes well anymore. Are we going to watch him die like this?” One of them said again and my heart leaped. “You are the one who’s lost his mind. Have you forgotten that he is a Lycan king and a very strong one at that? How will he die just because he is thirsty? Beings like him can go for years without taking anything and they will still be okay!” One of them finally raised his voice as he scolded the last one who spoke.

I bit out, and immediately regretted the harshness in my tone. The prince didn’t look at me, although I saw the stiffness in his shoulders. “It’s not like that,” he replied. “My father, the Lycan King, is turning sixty soon—which means that the succession battle will be held at his banquet. He will officially retire and my brothers and I are meant to battle for the crown.” “I hardly see what this has to do with me.” “Well maybe if you would let me finish,” Neil retorted, then cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “What I mean to say is that a Lycan prince cannot participate in the succession battle unless he has a female companion in attendance; a future queen.”

Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in. The Lycan King of the North?! Oh, this is definitely karma catching up with me.

My Beta explained, and I found it interesting as I felt like it was a good idea to play with this contest. I stared at the papers and saw the details about the price. I licked down my lip as I noticed that every detail she had put. It was such a good proposals but I didn't think without King Edward's presence would be fine. “Lycans supposed to be with us. I heard the Lycans were cut into four. So, King Edward is one of them.” I whispered. “Alpha, Lycans are born to be monster. I don't think it will be fair if they will joined the group---” I didn't let her finish what she was about to say.

“Moonborn Queen. Moonborn twin. Ancient Alpha blood. Lycan King.” His voice dropped. “You have gathered them without understanding what you have done.” The ground began shaking. Kael looked around. “What is happening?” The palace walls trembled. Cracks appeared across the courtyard. Lyra squeezed my hand. “The old power.” “What old power?” “The one they warned me about.” The hunter laughed. “You were never supposed to stand together.” I stared at him. “Why?” “Because your unity will awaken what has slept beneath this kingdom for centuries.” A deep roar came from beneath the ground.

The Alpha and Luna of Grey Moon had been thrown together in a union to preserve their species by their parents before they passed away. As the party had dispersed, a figure waited in the shadows. He smirks upon hearing that a baby girl had been born of both a Kolana wolf and a Mattra wolf. He had in his mind to kidnap the baby and kill the parents, the whole pack if necessary. He knew this baby would be special and could bring him more power than ever imaginable. He would become the most feared Lycan king in the world with this hybrid by his side. He would take her as his Queen when she became of age and together, they would rule the world. He knew he would have to act fast because once

Aiden would never apologize. He came towards me, sending my body into a state of frenzy. My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. "L-Lycan?” I stuttered. "Yes, King.” He replied, completely missing the point. I've heard a lot about the Lycan king. He was ruthless, and didn't care about anyone but himself. He has several women at his beck and call. The only good thing I heard was that he was good looking…and they were fucking right.

The king's eyes blazed with pure, old fashioned lust the longer she stood with her hands resting on his arm. She dropped her arms instantly and stepped back, putting some much needed space between them but it was too late. In a flash, he had dropped the limp body of the lycan alpha and turned fully towards her, giving her the full force of his attention. “Kyrios don’t—” He wasn’t listening. His beast was in charge now. One naked arm swept along her waist and dragged her to him until they were pressed chest tp thighs and he buried his face into her neck.