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

“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.

"But not anymore. I am going to be happy this time around. I am going to make you proud, Grandpa. I will find that deed and use it to my advantage. I will ruin all of them. This is I swear to you." I was eager to know what was inside that deed that could be equivalent to the power of the Lycan King, but before that, I needed to meet him; The Lycan King, generally known by his dreadful name, KHOAS. The King of Darkness and Ruin, bathed in the blood of thousands of innocent lives he has taken.

“Now I want you to know something, you're not just a werewolf prince son, you're not just an Alpha Prince, you're no ordinary Alpha prince, you're a Primordial, that is the reason for your great super speed but you're still nineteen son and you have not fully turned into your Primordial form, and that's why I've been postponing the Pack race, because I want you to be able to turn into your true form so you can use your powers in fighting the enemies, that is why I said you're a special breed son, your type is rare and born once In a century, I was blessed to have you son, it was an overseer said it years back that a Primordial will be born in our generation and it turned out to be you son, a

Behind my right shoulder, standing perfectly motionless in the deep shadow of an arched marble pillar, was Killian. His massive, seven-foot frame was draped in the rough leathers of his mercenary guard disguise, his broad chest squared and his hands clasped behind his back in the textbook posture of a submissive retainer. The public steel-grey veil in his irises was down completely, masking the ancient, silver fire of the Primordial Lycan King. Yet, beneath the polished flagstones, our cosmic bond hummed with a quiet, lethal frequency—a steady, predatory purr that kept every muscle in my body humming with hyper-charged awareness. The lingering, possessive heat from our hours in the geotherma

"I understand, Klay. I am sorry for keeping this to you. We want you and the kids to grow up normally. We thought that nothing like this would happen again because the Scarlet Pack has been protecting our town for the past years. They already put the Crimson Pack to its proper place, but it seems like they will not stop until they get what they want." "Scarlet Pack?" I raised my brow. "Who are they? And, this Crimson Pack?" "It's a pack where Rozen belongs. His father is the current King of the Lycan and he is the legitimate heir. However, his half-brother proclaimed himself to be the king of the lycans, declaring war to each pack if they will not give them support. Since the war decades ago

They have been growing more and more over the years, recruiting new members. I have been meaning to call a meeting of the council of Lycan kings, which I was their leader. The council is made up twelve Lycan kings, representing the twelve wolf kingdoms. But with my protection pearl going missing and bringing of Vee into my pack, I have been pretty much occupied. Now Vico is sending his men into my lands, I had to nip this shit in the bud soon or I might have another war with half breeds on my hand. “Maybe they know she is a half breed,” that had to be why they wanted her.

In no time, I had cornered his horse, kicking into the air as I pulled him from the horse. His horse let out a loud neigh before it crashed into the wall, scrambled to its feet and continued to run. I looked down at him, watching as fear creeped into his eyes. "Please. Please! I did not kill your people so spare me." I lifted him off the ground with one hand, my eyes glowing red as sharp claws shot out of my flesh. "You have underestimated and played a lot with me and I have done nothing in regards to that. But today, I will remind you that I am Alpha King Zahir, the Lycan beast of Lycaronia and I will destroy you and your soul wouldn't be accepted by Hades!"