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

Nita's POV “Nita's second chance mate, and the Lycan King, of the greatest Crystal light pack" A voice replied, and I looked up to see a blonde-haired man, dressed in a casual shirt and pants, standing at the entrance door. My heart skipped a bit when I heard what he said. My eyes darted to the man I had a one-night stand with. 'So, he is a King?’ I thought with widened eyes.

His eyes darkened with fury, and he moved swiftly toward Josh. “Joshua, don’t you dare touch her again,” the King’s voice was a low growl, filled with anger. “She's an incompetent fool, you don't have to feel a thing for this whore!” Josh spat his tone bleeding with venom. “And what gave you the right to call her that? she is purer than anyone in this room and last time I remember I made it clear she was under my protection and carrying my baby!” “What has come over you?” Josh questioned, dumbfounded by the Lycan King's outburst.

If you were caught, you would end up in a whole new one, depending on who exactly bought you. Usually the buyers are powerful men who are looking for toys to pass the time. They used you. They fucked you. They abused you, and then they either threw you away or killed you. That was the fate you faced, but some were worse than others, and my buyer was the worst there was. Diego Aguilar is the most ruthless and cold-blooded king to exist in thousands of years. And the only lycan to exist in our world. He killed without blinking, and if you crossed him even a bit, he would destroy you no matter who you were.

In a world where humans are considered inferior and slaves to werewolves, Emilia, a human orphan, falls in love with Alpha Alexander, after finding out that she is his fated mate, and has been married to him for four years via contract. But her marriage to him has been kept a secret, and no one knows or acknowledges her as his wife. When Emilia finds out she's pregnant, she also discovers that Alpha Alexander has reunited with his first love and even announced their union on the news. As she asks for divorce, she finds out that she is actually the lost Lycan Princess, and her father and two brothers have been looking for her for years. What would happen when Alexander finds out she i

He looked impossibly young, perhaps mid-twenties, with sharp, aristocratic features, a jaw covered in light stubble, and dark hair that fell messy across his forehead. But his eyes were what froze the air in my lungs. They weren't amber like Colton's. They were a piercing, molten crimson. "The Lycan King," I whispered, pulling my knees tightly against my chest. My voice was raw, trembling with instinctual fear. Every wolf grew up hearing horror stories of King Kaelen—the ruthless ruler who broke Alphas for fun and ran the most brutal territory in the northern hemisphere. Kaelen swirled a glass of dark amber liquid in his hand, his gaze tracking every micro-movement of my body. "You know who

He seems to be saying something, trying to convince her to stop perhaps, but she isn’t listening, distracted as she is by his wild eyes and blistered face. The torch catches the afflicted’s arm, and it spreads. Before I can reach her side, Melis is also caught in the flame. Pulling on the earth, I do something I promised I would never do, not while in a city full of humans. I take my true form. No longer Leon, I am Primus, the lost king of Luxandra. The remaining afflicted flee as I step forward, calling on the earth beneath our feet to smother the flames. But it’s too late. The afflicted are all truly dead and Melis lies very still.

“Every king carries a curse. Every mate carries the weapon that can free him… or end him.” The ground split beneath me. Hands, so many hands, claw at my ankles, my legs, pulling, begging, demanding. I scream, stumbling into the woman as I try to escape the hands. “Save us… Avenge us… Remember us…” “You are the prophecy. The last lycan touched by the moon. The one born from ashes. The one fated to awaken the king… or doom him.” The noise seems to draw the attention of the monstrous version of Arkan. He lifts his head and looks straight at me.

“They knew a lot, what did you learn about Aurora?” “Nothing much, just that she’s really dangerous. She can even kill a Lycan, her kind is called ‘Primordial’.” I spoke dryly. “What? How can you say it like it means nothing… she’s a live weapon against you.” he got worked up all of a sudden.

He announced, "I can't tell you the nature of the sickness yet as you will have to figure that out on your own. His sickness turns him into a beast and it was passed down to him by his fathers. He has minor relapses where he goes a bit wild, but the very big relapse often happens during the red moon night, where he loses all sense of reasoning, and until he feeds on blood and sex from young 'untouched' virgins, he won't be normal." "During these moments, he is not himself but the monster from within. In all the Lycanis, the King is the one built differently and behaves differently. It's slowly getting to the red moon. The king doesn't want to go through that path of devouring virgins as they

They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws. “The Lycan,” Kieran read, his finger tracing the letters. “A distinct species of shapeshifter, separate from common werewolves. Not cursed, but born.” He continued, his voice a low, seductive mutter. “It says here they were so aggressive, so inherently dangerous, that they couldn’t coexist with any other living thing. They were hunted to extinction during the Great Culling.” They read on, the history unfolding. The scroll told of the first of their kind, the Primordial Lycan. The first offspring of the Moon Goddess herself, her most powerful creation.