Primordial: The Cruel Lycan King's Redemption の小説・ストーリー

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.”

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

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.

he said sarcastically. I looked at him, a little surprised. I didn’t expect this stranger to speak up for me. "Nina, right?" He held his hand out. "And who are you?" I asked, eyeing him warily. "Logan Savage." "The Logan? The Alpha of the Moonblade pack?" I looked at him in disbelief. “Yes,” He said, chuckling. Oh, god!! Is he the Lycan? I had heard that the Alpha of the Moonblade pack was different from other Alphas. He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race.

"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

One of the men asked. "The Lycan Princess said that she wants to have the rulership of this kingdom, that leaves us with only one option," I declared. "So you would give up your position as the Alpha for Audrey?" Jake protested. "I see no other way out," I mumbled. "But isn't that girl the daughter of the former Beta?" One of the elders asked. "She was only taken in as a foster child," someone else corrected. "Even if she was merely adopted, how could she be so cruel to her old home just because she became the princess of the Lycan kingdom?"