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

I ask. "From the Old Lycan Book, it was said that after he set his eyes on a beautiful and very powerful primordial werewolf, he forcefully mated with her and killed her the same night. The first thing he did after getting so much power was to annihilate all primordials and fulfil his dream of becoming the first werewolf King, the Moonking. He wanted all werewolves under him. He wanted to rule the world.

But something primal was shifting. Could it be…? No. She pushed the thought away. “I think we’ve learned enough,” Aurora said, closing the book. “We know what they were. We know what he could be.” “But do we know who he is?” Iris asked. No one had an answer. ⸻ The Lycan King The moonlight cast long, silver shadows across the palace corridor as the Lycan King stood before the fire in his private chamber. The flames danced wildly, casting flickers of orange across his clenched jaw and furrowed brow.

Friend and enemy alike were compelled to submit to something primal that radiated from me in waves I could feel rippling outward across the blood-soaked ground where moments ago they had been trying to kill each other. The pressure in my chest built until I thought I would explode from it. Then understanding crashed over me like a wave I could not escape or fight against no matter how desperately I wanted to reject what my blood was telling me about my true nature. I was the Prima. The original lycan from which all others descended through bloodlines that had been diluted over centuries until most believed the pure strain was extinct and lost forever to time and genetic drift that weakened s

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.”

His eyes are back to their usual light brown, and he seems less menacing. The Lycan King, standing right before me, and asking me about my bruises. It can't be real. "You will let me mark you, little one," he says, and brushes my hair away from my shoulder, exposing it. A pleasant shiver runs through my body. No . . . I can't possibly be enjoying this. He starts to lean towards me, and his eyes burn a vivid gold again. His mouth opens slightly, showing powerful looking canines. A true Lycan.

"That isn't a mutated shadow-beast!" The primal warrior shifted his colossal head. Beneath his rusted iron visor, two glowing yellow orbs locked onto me. His breath hitched—a wet, rattling sound like grinding stones—and his gaze dropped directly to the glowing silver runes burning along my collarbone. "The Lineage..." the Primal King rumbled, his voice vibrating through the soles of our boots, making my stomach turn. "The pure blood... still smells like the moon." He didn't swing a weapon. He simply tossed Maeve across the room like a discarded doll. She crashed hard into the wooden bookshelves, her head snapping back against the oak trim before she crumpled onto the deck, unconscious.

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.