Serving The Lycan King の小説・ストーリー

I have that skill, remember? “The Lycan King is the most Superior. He is over at the Lycan Realm and will only come here if the Oust Resistance is a failure. Then he will kill the Alpha Queen himself. So, for the Queen's sake, let's hope we can successfully dethron and kill her, else she'll be facing something much dire-- the Lycan King himself.” Sir. Skippar added and I gulped hard. He then turned to me with a weird look on his face. “You should know this.” He said.

Beside her, Adrian's presence offered her comfort and strength. His hand gently squeezed hers, his eyes filled with adoration as he looked at her. "Are you ready, my love?" he asked softly, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions. Alessia turned to him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Adrian. I'm ready," she replied, her voice filled with determination. She took a deep breath, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. Today marked a new beginning for both of them, as they were about to officially become the lycan king and queen.

Monarch Miller Jones’s point. In the heart of the mystical Lycan realm, where moonlight wove secrets and shadows danced with desire, there existed a king unlike any other. His name echoed through the ancient forests, whispered with both reverence and fear: King Miller. I stretched my limbs once I woke up from the hot and tiring sex with Tina, the pack slut, and my current bed partner for a good fuck. She provided me with coitus (sex) anytime, anywhere, and whenever I was horny. I got up from my bed and took my shower before getting dressed. My name is Miller Reid Jones. I am the Lycan king. I was born as a Lycan. My father was the former Lycan king. He was courageous, noble, and the most pow

Luca's POV: As I sat upon the majestic throne in the grandeur of the Nightshade pack's palace, my mind was filled with thoughts of the responsibilities that came with being the new lycan king. A sudden commotion echoed through the palace walls, piercing through the solemn silence. The clamor grew louder, echoing through the palace walls, arousing my curiosity. With a flick of my hand, I beckoned one of the guards to investigate the source of the disturbance and report back to me.

Whichever one it was, he was sure they had already won this war. “I dare your beloved white wolf to show herself," the Lycan King continued, scanning the soldiers who looked on in anguish, then said in a dangerous voice, “or forever submit to me!" Alpha Thane and Jared stepped forward, growling and showing their fangs. Their stance meant they were out for blood. They advanced toward the lycan king but were immediately blocked by other lycan soldiers. Without a care and with the fury raging inside them, they lunged at the lycans, and a rather short fight broke out.

I deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.

The wind rustled softly through the trees. "This is where we sit every night," June said quietly. "The older slaves and some mistresses gather us here and tell stories, strange things they’ve seen. Most of them are about the Lycan King. Like how he cuts off heads in one clean move... like chopping off a fish’s head. And how he drinks the blood of innocent people to gain more power." My stomach turned. What? That’s the same creature I’m mated to? My heart thundered in my chest. I took a shaky breath, barely able to stand still.

She had been holding them too right that her knuckles were white. “It’s a pleasure, father.” Killian placed a hand over his chest, giving a curt bow. “I’m just following the dream you instilled in me as a child. Today the Lycans are at our mercy because of that.” “Soon, they’ll know who’s their real King.” The spectators in the room nodded with glee and a few of them raised their chalices.

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

I feel shivers in my spine at the danger of it all I step keep moving until I am very sure he is around and there he is. King Alonso, ruler of the Alistair Lycan Kingdom, my best friend since childhood. But it is not really him anymore. The beast that stands before me is twice the size of a normal Lycan- just as a Lycan king should be.