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

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

"As for your lover, I will hunt him down and tear him limb from limb!" The cold, sharp claws pierced the skin of my neck. Even the warm blood dripping down couldn't thaw the ice in my heart. Suddenly, heavy, powerful footsteps echoed from the hallway. "How bold! Gamma Rowan, I am the terrible rogue lover you speak of. Are you going to tear me limb from limb?" The Lycan King stepped through the doorway. Seeing Rowan's claws at my throat, the King let out a dark, furious laugh. His voice boomed with pure Alpha command.

According to what he heard about mates, they were supposed to be connected and in love even on their first meeting, but what he encountered was completely different. Seeing as Duncan stood rooted at a spot for a long time, his guards stared at him in surprise, wondering why the Lycan King didn't move. A chilling smile appeared on Robert's face, as he knew his Lycan King have suddenly found his mate. As his beta, Robert bowed slightly and tapped Duncan's robe, “My lord, the Alpha King, Kaiden is awaiting your presence.” he said respectfully. Duncan nodded and walked towards the Banquet hall, the maids screaming in shock as they saw him. “Was this the Lycan King everyone was talking about? Did

Lord Merek continued, “The very same thing happened with the crown prince—King Duncan’s older brother—who mated with the Ouroboros princess. That led to the death of many.” “And everyone is just going to ignore the fact that Drakora was the reason the Lycans won that war?” Arianna said, having calmed her beast. “You're talking about the power suddenly bestowed upon us while we were on the brink of losing the war,” Lord Merek said coldly, keeping his gaze on her. So they had read the book after all—and still refused to believe that part? “Can you prove that?” Lord Damaris asked.

The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented. In the unseen realms, the Alpha Demon King, a formidable hybrid of wolf and demon, observed the unnamed princess from the shadows. His heart, encased in the icy armor of ancient grievances, recognized the unique aura that surrounded her. The curse that lingered within her soul mirrored the torment of his own existence, creating an unspoken kinship that transcended the boundaries of their disparate worlds.

"And I am not like you. I am not a monster who preys on the innocent." He laughed—a broken, hollow sound. "You are not innocent, Mira. You are a Primordial. Your blood is tainted with a power that could destroy the world. You are the most dangerous creature alive." "And yet," the King's voice echoed, smooth and cold, "she is the one who spared you. What does that say about you, old wolf?" The Alpha flinched. He turned his head, glaring at the King with contempt. "You're dead. You have no say in this world."

The voice is deep, raspy, and echoes in the centre of my brain. My name is Amiri, the king’s lycan says. I am this stubborn old man’s lycan. I will show you the truth now. I will show you the day we almost died. The old beast opens his mind. He pulls me and Zyla right through the barrier. The darkness vanishes. Suddenly, I am seeing through his eyes. First, I see a beautiful kingdom of gold and green. It looks like absolute heaven. And then, the sky turns red, and the fire begins to burn.

His hands began to shuffle in his closet, pulling out a white tank top. “I'm not scared of you.” I whispered. “You should be. The things I want to do to you Odessa, they are not…No one should ever hear of them, not even you. So be afraid Princess, because the day you finally become mine, I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away from me. Even if that person is my son.” This time, when he turned to look at me, most of his eyes had turned red. It's the Lycan King that's speaking.

Instead of producing a Golden Lycan, he had deformed his own pup. The crowd murmured in disappointment. Some left in disgust. Seizing the chaos, I moved to my black pup and held it gently until a soft click rang out. As my pup began to awaken, its body glowed faintly. “What is that?” “That presence… It’s the aura of a Primordial!” The council gasped, pointing toward me. People also stopped in their tracks. The light grew brighter, illuminating half the sky. However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow.

“She was a Lycan Queen — the last of the Primordial Pack — banished before recorded history.” My body goes numb. “Impossible,” Sebastian chokes. “No,” the Goddess continues. “She carried the first-ever Lycan-moon bond. Half moonlight, half Alpha fury. You inherited her core. Your father only gave you wolf shape.” Sebastian whispers: “I am… Lycan-blood?” “Not Lycan-blood,” she corrects softly. “Lycan royalty.” Silence. Then: “You are the last heir of the Primordial Pack, born with two destinies before you ever drew a breath.”