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

Monarch Miller Jones’s point. In the heart of the mystical Lycan realm, where moonlight wove secrets and shadows danced with desire, there existed a king unlike any other. His name echoed through the ancient forests, whispered with both reverence and fear: King Miller. I stretched my limbs once I woke up from the hot and tiring sex with Tina, the pack slut, and my current bed partner for a good fuck. She provided me with coitus (sex) anytime, anywhere, and whenever I was horny. I got up from my bed and took my shower before getting dressed. My name is Miller Reid Jones. I am the Lycan king. I was born as a Lycan. My father was the former Lycan king. He was courageous, noble, and the most pow

He looked exhausted, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he was trying to piece everything together. “I am not entirely sure what it all means yet, Chiara,” he admitted, sitting at the edge of the bed. There was honesty in his voice, raw and unguarded. He let out a quiet sigh before giving me a faint, tired smile. “You always manage to surprise me.” “Is it something bad?” I asked, my voice smaller than I intended. He let out a low chuckle, though it carried little humor, and glanced briefly away before meeting my eyes again. “Primordial means you come from one of the oldest bloodlines. A lineage that ruled these lands long before the current packs existed.”

Alpha Kilian said, sounding clipped. Every Alpha was visibly on the edge. Mothers hid their teen children, who wanted to try awakening their wolf, behind them and fathers protected their own. They didn't expect the Lycan King to make an appearance. Hell, they didn’t expect the Lycan King. “Oh, but you did.” “Could you give me more details so I can have whatever it is that belongs to you, found and returned?” Alpha Kilian asked. He needed to get rid of this man quickly before things got out of hand.

'Congratulations,' I mind-linked her. 'Thank you,' she replied, her voice thick with emotion. She stood up and I saw Vladimir stand up too, his crown on his head. They turned around to look at everyone. "I, Nikolai Volkov, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, King of Mozog, announce the Crowned Prince —Prince Vladimir," Nik said, his voice proud. He motioned me to go ahead. "I, Avalyn Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Queen of Mozog, announce the mate of Crowned Prince Vladimir — Princess Sofiya," I said, my voice soft but firm.

It was a force of nature, my nature, unstoppable and primal. I couldn’t believe how much I had underestimated this, and right now it felt like the moon was laughing at me. “I knew it, she’s going to shift!” John said, and I could feel every single strength being drained out of me. I tried my best, I really did. “Hold on, please!” Marion pleaded, her voice breaking. “Just hold on!” But it was too late. The pain was too much. I could feel my body giving in, the transformation taking over. My vision blurred, and I could hear the sound of my own bones cracking, my muscles stretching and tearing as the shift began.

She was slipping away, and I was useless, a king poisoned by his own blood, a wolf caged by his own trust. Something inside me snapped. It wasn’t just rage this time, it was something else that I couldn’t comprehend. A pulse of ancient power buried beneath generations of control. The primal spirit of the first Lycan Kings, the beast that had slept for centuries beneath my skin. It stirred. The poison couldn’t touch that part of me. It burned through the paralysis like lightning splitting a tree beside my room. My body convulsed, half-shifting, bones cracking, fur breaking through skin.

“But you have to learn to run away from the battlefield sometimes.” “Do you run away too?” He shook his head. “No. Never.” “Then, why should I run away?” “Because you are you, Eve. And I am the Lycan king.” He kissed me again and I sighed in surrender. Then, he added, “You’re getting pretty good with those powers of yours.” I smiled a small triumphant smile. “I had a good teacher.”

He offers me his hand, but I shake my head. “No. No.” I shake my head, making sure that I won’t end up on the edge of the cliff. He shifts back to his human, exposing his naked torso and his enormous cock, making me lower my head. “I am not going to hurt you. I just want you to trust me,” He says to me as I shake my head. Lycans are dangerous. “Please,” He pleadingly says to me as I nod my head, holding his hand as he jumps off the shifting mid-way through the air. He ends up landing on the beach on top of his feet before placing me on the ground as I gasped looking at him.

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Theo's arms, my entire body humming with the newly formed bond between us. My fingers trembled slightly against his chest, but I felt a warmth spreading through me, an expanding heat that wasn't quite confidence – more like inevitability. Two days ago, I'd been simply Emma Maxwell, gamma of the Blood Moon Pack with an Alpha wolf I kept carefully hidden. Now I was mate to the Lycan King, and nothing would ever be the same again.