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

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.

BJ tells me. I let out a sigh. "There is no other way BJ, I have to find it tonight. The quicker I find it the quicker he can fix everything. I'm the alpha daughter so if I do get caught what's the worse that can happen, he's not going to hurt his baby girl." We have been trying to find the location of the lycan king every since BJ and I went to this party. We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away.

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."

Never bow to the beast we call King, the one responsible for my coven's massacre, burned my family into ash and called it justice. Yet here I was, being offered as meat to the monster that ruled us all. The throne stood mighty, looking like something carved out of darkness itself, and on it, dressed in black and gold, sat the king. Lucien Valemont. The Lycan King. Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming, cold, and intense. His face was unreadable, chiseled like it had been sculpted. But it was his eyes that took me off balance. They were hard green. Sharp as a knife.

Through my blurry gaze, I saw him stepping over Alpha Grayson, which earned a lot of violent and shocked reactions for disrespecting him. “We beg for your forgiveness, your highness. We failed to recognize you.” Whispers from the people I grew up with reached my ear. “Is that really the second prince? I heard he's apathetic and ruthless, but why does he seem so playful?” “Don't let that fool you. Lycans are a lot stronger than werewolves and he can crush our skulls with bare hands.” “I heard he's killed so many, so you better keep your mouth shut because he can hear you.”

His breath catches in his throat for a second, and his ears twitch at every sound—crackling leaves, the slow rasp of the creature’s claws dragging through dirt, Arwan’s breathy chuckle. Arwan turns, admiring the monster like a prize. “Beautiful, isn’t he?” he says. “Your great-great-grandfather. The first Lycan born. The original Alpha. The one whose strength was so feared, the Council chained him in death.” Theon’s jaw tightens. His fingers curl into fists.

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King. I stared at King Titus who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be. He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun.

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

"I’m not going back, Theo. Not in two weeks, and not ever. I made a deal, and I’m staying until the job is done." Theo let out a dry, harsh laugh. He leaned against a pillar, crossing his massive arms. "You think you’re the first one to say that? Every girl who walks through these gates thinks she’s special. They think they’ll be the one to tame him, or the one to rule beside him." He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping. "But let me let you in on a secret, Omega. Most women who enter this wing don’t leave. They either disappear when the King gets bored, or they end up in the cemetery behind the mountain. We don't do 'divorce' in the Lycan Kingdom. We just do replacements."

Zane realized that he had his unique place in Claire's heart—a place that no one else could occupy. Dakota's transformation was not merely a display of power; it served a purpose. The ethereal forest had sensed their presence and unleashed a formidable guardian to test their resolve. With each step, the forest seemed to grow more hostile, its magic intensifying in an attempt to thwart their progress. The Lycan King, fueled by a potent mix of protectiveness and determination, unleashed a fierce assault upon the encroaching darkness. His claws tore through the air, ripping through the malevolent energies that sought to consume them. Each strike was precise, imbued with the strength and agility