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

No werewolf crossed into the Lycan Kingdom and came back. It was said to be cursed. That the air itself twisted your mind if you stayed too long. That the wolves there had claws like blades and drank blood like wine. It was where the mad King lived—the beast with a crown. A man born of war and raised on the howls of his enemies. I had heard rumors that he didn’t shift like the rest of us—that he became something else entirely. Something ancient. Something wrong. My pulse roared in my ears. And now… I was here?

And now, now I find out that even the last ingredient would be useless because the alpha of the infinite nightcrawlers wolf pack had a different blood combination. " He isn't a full lycan. While awaiting your arrival the other day, we took out time to study his gene through his hair and his blood. That was when we found out that aside the royal blood of the lycanthrope family, there was another form of blood in him. It was almost unnoticeable as it layed under the lycan blood. Since we do not know yet what it is, we decided to call your alpha a primordial. Ever since we have studied anything, we haven't come across anything as powerful as this. If he trains enough as an alpha, he is likely t

"The Sacred Stone fragment is the Hunter's trophy. It belongs to Cain. If you wish to force a trial upon his Omega, you must pay the price. Third Lord, if this test proves she is no pretender, your two paramount silver mines in the Eastern Territory and the command of three pureblood Lycan legions will be transferred to Cain. This very night. Do you dare wager?" The Third Lord's fingers, still gripping the scroll, went rigid. The entire arena plunged into a vacuum of silence. "I accept." The words scraped past his teeth. The High Elder pivoted sharply. "Lycan King Cain. Do you consent?" Cain did not answer. He stared down at the woman in his arms, his knuckles bloodless from the strain of ho

he replied, bowing his head deeply as I walked past him. As we drove through the quiet night, the stillness of the air matched the emptiness in my mind. My thoughts replayed the events that had led me here. I had once been the late Lycan King’s beta—respected, praised, given riches, wealth, and women. It was everything I had ever wanted, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed more. I craved more. I was greedy. And that’s when it all started. I began stealing from the late king. The pack’s resources found their way into my pockets. It went on for years until, one unfortunate day, the king summoned me to his throne room. I could still recall his cold, calculating stare as he scolded me.

If I don't sneak into town myself, then my people would starve because they would be shunned by the werewolves. In this kingdom, if one shifts for the first time and ends up being a Lycan, they are deemed as monsters. Freaks of nature. They are immediately banished and banned from entering the kingdom. It was the same with me too. When I turned into a Lycan, my father, who was the Alpha King, confided in his Beta, Ernard Thorison. Little did he know he would stab him in the back and grab his throne. No one would accept a Lycan Prince, so I fled before Ernard could kill me. That was after enduring years of torture in one of the dungeons at the castle.

As I assessed Evans' face, barely concealing his anger, a surge of satisfaction rose within me. I took a step forward, closing the distance between us. "Although you've cleared your name in front of the king, regarding Liam's death, in my heart, you're still guilty of his murder. When I ascend to the throne as the next king, I will reopen my brother's case and make you and your Black Mountain Pack pay for everything—" The seeds of anger and hatred planted long ago in my heart burst with immense energy at this moment. Coupled with my innate Lycan aura, Evans struggled to remain standing, his wolf-head cane barely supporting him from kneeling on the ground.

I ignored the warning to access the file. The First King wrote in his journal entry that "The Old World beasts must be fought by returning to mud." "The Primordial Font exists deep underground the Capital's lowest dungeons which sit beneath the continent's bedrock. It serves as a crucible of undiluted Lycanthrope energy which forms the earth's violent heartbeat. I read faster, my eyes darting across the glowing words. The ancient magic will rewrite his DNA through violent methods which make him lose all his evolutionary capabilities. It provides the true Lycan attributes of bone-armor and size and boundless strength which belong to a real Lycan.

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

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.