Rebirth: Fated To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

He doesn't know why, but since being rejected by Cynthia, his heart throbbed painfully whenever he tried to miss her, hear her voice, or see anything related to her. Could this be the consequence of being rejected? Cynthia's words were right. Werewolves were given a fated mate by the moon goddess from birth, which be seen as a blessing from the goddess. But if that sole mate doesn't love you, that blessing will turn into a curse. The noble-blooded Lycan received a blessing hundreds of times more potent than ordinary werewolves and, likewise, endured a curse hundreds of times more terrible. King Louis closed his eyes and forced himself to stop thinking about Cynthia. He gripped the pillow har

He needed the book of power and his sources tell him that's where it is. As Lycan King, Tyler needed to write his name in the book, so as to unleash the Moon goddess' spirit in him. He summoned in the Priest that had helped him during his rebirth as a werewolf and asked for possible ideas. But as was the tradition, before the Lycan King moves out on my mission, he had to be fortified. Especially one that might involved violence.

It felt like my whole world had been turned upside down in an instant. As Lilian's words filled the room, a shiver ran down my spine. I knew I had to protect myself and my baby, no matter what. Determination welled up inside me, overpowering the fear that threatened to paralyze me. I took a step back, ready to defend us both. At that moment, something within me shifted. I could feel the primal power coursing through my veins. My body began to change, my skin sprouting fur, and my bones reshaping. I embraced my lycan form, fully embracing the strength and ferocity that came with it.

You dare not interrupt her or ask any questions until she is finished. At eighty five, she’d died without a mate or child. Poor Madam Cora. I’d loved her like a mother, but my father had been the one to end her life. 'The moon goddess had chosen the first king after many activities and a war that proved him worthy, and that was the start of the royal Lycan heritage. The royal Lycans can move with the speed of light, and there are rumors that some of them have the power to control the elements of nature,' she’d paused and crossed her hands over her knees, then turned to us.

But the rebellion kept somehow finding out about it and, well, let’s just say omegas were getting stolen from the packs. Out of all the packs, there was one omega I really liked, but she went missing from her old pack without a trace. I had tried to search for her myself, but I came up empty as there was only so much land I was allowed on. Even though I was born a wolf and my brother was the Alpha King, I was mated with a Lycan and once we had completed the mating process; I turned into a Lycan. King Darius had taken notice of me at training. I was quicker and stronger than most, so after his Gamma had died in attack, he didn’t think twice about offering me the position. Now we are up agains

I had never felt so loved, so cherished, so wanted, and so dignified. "And I, Dresh,--" I began, my voice trembling with emotion as I was asked to speak, 'cause it was now my turn. "--vow to love you with all my heart and soul, to support you and our pack, to raise our child to be a strong and honorable Lycan King after your reign." A tear dropped from my eyes as I stared at my Lycan King before me. The pack members looked on, their eyes shining with approval and pride. Alpha Liams took my hand in his, and we turned to face the pack once more, carrying out some sacrificial rituals in our other hands, while the others held on to each other.

“The king isn’t a toddler who doesn’t know what he wants. You should have told him to stay away from me instead. Why make me carry the entire blame?” “Let me finish,” she commanded, her priestess authority forcing me to silence once more. “The king is your mate.” The word hit like a blow. I wanted to laugh, but her expression left no room for humor. “Wait… there must be some mistake,” I said, shaking my head. “The goddess gave me my fated mate, but he rejected me. There’s no way I could have a mate again.” “Good. That makes it easier,” she said, clearing my confusion, only for a moment, before adding, “The Lycan king is your second-chance mate. Just like your first mate rejected you, the sam

And worse… marked, tethered and unable to escape again. It is said that Lycans have only one chosen mate in all their lifetimes. Even if that mate dies, they do not get second chances the way wolves do. Instead, their mates are reborn through countless ashes of time, fated to find them again and again. One soul. One bond. One destiny. So how could a Lycan half-mark me? How could he bind himself to someone like me? Why — after everything — did I still have to live lifetimes being chased by the worst, most obsessive kind of fate?

Without ever having seen her, I know this is Morgana. Between them is a child. Golden-eyed, radiant with potential, but so very fragile. So heartbreakingly small in the presence of such evil. The figures speak, their voices curling through the air like smoke. “She is the key,” Morgana says, reaching for the child, “A vessel worthy of my rebirth.” The cloaked figure speaks with a voice that is not a voice at all, more like a rusted blade scraping against bone. “Her blood will seal my return.”