Primordial: The Cruel Lycan King's Redemption 소설 & 이야기

"He desired nothing more than the throne, betraying us all in his pursuit of power. Clinton had become a traitor, and he deserved to face the consequences of his treachery. In that moment, the rogues surrounding me restrained my weakened body. Knowing their numbers surpassed what I could possibly overcome, I resisted the urge to struggle futilely. I endured the onslaught, blows raining upon me, claws tearing at my flesh, while Clinton revelled in sadistic amusement, his wicked laughter echoing through the air. But amidst the agony, Luna's tearful cries never ceased. She clung to hope, desperately wishing for an end to the torment. Then, as if in response to her anguished pleas, a surge of en

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

I pushed Freya behind me and tore through the first six that had climbed my body looking for a taste of my blood. The moment they drew blood from their victim, their blood would be poisoned and depending on how powerful you were, you would turn into an accursed creature even the Seven Hells rejected. I was not just powerful. I was the Cursed Alpha Lycan King of Adivaine. "Freya, run," I shouted as a fresh swarm of the forbidden creatures appeared above the hill, charging fast towards us. "Run," Warrick growled as I let him take over my body, skin turning to black fur.

" I sit and she transfers her power to me. I can feel the heat in my body. It hurts a lot, but I know I have to endure it. I need to take the Alpha’s head tomorrow morning. *** Note. (Primordial wolves are the most powerful werewolves in existence and no werewolf can match their power. They possess the ability that normal werewolves don’t. They are aggressive and extremely powerful. They are very strong and intelligent. They are vengeful and cruel and extremely enchanted, with keen senses of hearing, sight, smell, and taste.)

Getting closer, unhurried, easy — the walk of men who had never once had to fear what lurked in their own gardens. I leaned just enough to see through the gap at the pillar's edge. Two men. Both handsome in the effortless way only powerful men seemed to manage — but my eyes went straight to the taller one. The one wearing the crown. The Lycan King. Silver hair fell over his shoulders, catching moonlight like it had been spun from it. His face looked almost unreal, sharp and soft in all the places a face shouldn't be able to hold both at once, and his golden eyes carried a warmth that seemed to brighten the whole garden when he smiled. Broad-shouldered, dressed in embroidered velvet and cerem

my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives." I looked at the pillars, then heard the rogues snap a branch just a few yards behind me. I could smell their rot. I didn't have a choice. "I'd rather be killed by a Prince than eaten by a rogue," I whispered. With the last bit of my strength, I lunged forward. My hands hit the dirt on the other side of the line. The air changed instantly. It didn't just get cold, it felt heavy, like I had stepped into a room filled with lead. The ground beneath me seemed to hum with a dark, ancient power. This was the land of a Lycan, and it didn't want me here.

I was going to lose my virginity in front of my parents in the cruellest of ways. Heir to the Lycan throne, Axel the Black is a tormented king. Captured by the wicked humans who sold his siblings and hid his parents, he was abused until he overtook the humans and retrieved the Lycan throne back. Now, there’s one thing missing: a mate to continue the Lycan lineage. He purchases breeders but his dark heart beats for one person. The human princess who was once his friend and now, his slave.

So each time there's a Lycan shift in the kingdom, they are burnt to death with magic or if they are lucky enough, they are dumped near the forest of doom. The brutality against Lycans is what I want to stop. No pup deserves being shunned just because his beast doesn't stand on four paws or looks like a giant dog. "You're getting rather close to the Princess. Are you sure you can kill her father?" Marcus remarks, bringing me back to the present. I frown at his words and shoot him a glare. "Why wouldn't I kill him? It has always been the plan." I catch Lyson coming from the other side of the forest that leads to the forest of doom, shirtless. Was he out there training on his own?

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.