Serving The Lycan King Novels & Stories

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the

Never one to lose his head in the game. Xavier finished with an explicit instruction to be ready for deployment at any time. He lifted his chin to let him know it was his turn. Stepping up in front of Xavier, legs spread apart, gaze scanning the crowd. Proud of his pack. "Lycan Kingdom. Once more we are threatened by forces who are trying to take our queen away from us. To drain her of her precious blood to feed and resurrect the dark angel." He paused. Howls and growls of outrage filled the air. He raised his hand. Silence followed Through the l**k, he can feel their outrage.

Tolerate more of his insolence? "We do what we do best. Protect him at all cost. For some reasons. I don't have a good feeling about this new Lycan King." 'Neither of the Lycan Kings has never been to any good.' "In that case, we better prepare for the worst." - The arrival of the Lycan King, a hulking brute named Kaelen, was announced with a fanfare that felt ostentatious, even for our pack. He was all sharp angles and predatory grace, his eyes were a set of intelligent amber.

But I am ready for all of it with you by my side. Kai smiled and rested his head on Darius’s chest. So am I. Together we are stronger than any prophecy or curse. Our family is the real power now. The blood moon had faded completely, replaced by a clear night sky full of stars. In the royal den, the Lycan King and his Luna held each other close, their son sleeping peacefully nearby. The future stretched before them, full of challenges and hope, but they faced it as true partners bound by love, blood, and choice.

“Don’t play dumb. The one we wiped out.” I stilled. He continued, his voice bitter. “They didn’t even stand a chance,” he continued. “The orders came straight from the Lycan King himself. Kill every last one of them.” My blood turned to ice. “Lycan King?” I whispered. The warrior nodded, looking grim. “He wanted them gone.” “Why?” The warrior scoffed. “Hell if I know. He just said they were a threat.” I swallowed hard. “Didn’t anyone question it?”

He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race. In battle, they fought in a half-human, half-wolf form, making them more agile and powerful than ordinary werewolves. But Lycans were very rare. "But how are you here?" I asked, finally taking his hand for a handshake. "Tracking a few vicious rogues," he said, furrowing his brow. I remembered Blake mentioning rogue attacks along the border recently. Just then, a doctor walked over. "I'm sorry, Alpha Logan. We did our best, but we couldn't stop your brother's bleeding."

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Your love, Otsana. I stared at the screen, disbelief and anger flooding my veins. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Call me whatever you want, my queen. But this is for the best.” He snapped the phone’s back open, removed the SIM card, and broke it in half. Before I could stop him, he placed the pieces in his mouth and swallowed them. “You’re insane,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Watch your tongue, Otsana. I am the Lycan King. I rule over all the packs in this kingdom. You will show me respect.”

Progress. I walked into the square without drawing. The Lycan on the chain squinted down his nose. “Foreign,” he said, as if the word tasted like dust. “Name your business or be gone.” “I am Kael,” I said, and let the title come like a hammer dropped from a quiet height. “King of the Lycans.” They laughed. The sound had the wobble of men who don’t want to look past the thing that keeps them safe. “Equal to none,” said the tallest. His armor showed the sigil of a sunburst clamped in a fist. “Especially not to dogs.”