Serving The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"It's him. King Kaidën." The sound of his name was like a knife thrust straight into my heart. The deeper, slow, cold beat of drums echoed only to be broken by the braying, harsh, loud blast of horns. A thunderous tread marched out along the edge—crushing, in strict step—far different from Ryker's reckless shambles of a guard. The Lycan King has come. "Take the food out into the dinning hall immediately!" the master chef bellowed with cracking, fearful voice.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and turned back to the Lycan King. "Who is she?" I asked, my voice cold and menacing. The Lycan King simply smiled, a cruel twist to his lips. "She is your mate's twin sister," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "And she is my servant. She has been carrying out my orders, and she has been doing a damn good job of it too."

After Beta finished speaking, Alpha Sebastian gestured for his Beta and Alpha Dominick's Beta to leave. "Ahem," he cleared his throat to grab everyone's attention. "The Lycan King has arrived." At the mention of the Lycan King's name, Aldrake stood up abruptly, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape. "The L-Lycan King is here? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" His voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of anxiety that he couldn't quite explain. "Forgive me, Alpha Aldrake, but didn't your Beta inform you that the Lycan King was also coming to visit?" The question hung in the air, and Aldrake's expression turned puzzled, as if he was indeed unaware of the Lycan King's visit

He also earned the title of being a ruthless and most dangerous king in the Lycan’s history. “King Zachary,” Beta Blake approached the man hiding behind the curtains in the balcony. Zachary Lucian, the Lycan King and also the definition of the words fear and trouble didn’t bother to glance at his beta. He’s fixed on watching his guests on his spacious lawn. He’s on the second floor and his guests were enjoying the dinner at the ground hall.

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

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."

There's already a dress on the bed, and although I haven't been able to inspect it closely, I can tell that it's a far cry from the rags I used to wear. The servant runs her hands through my hair gently. My hair that's usually a dark brown looks almost black since it's still a bit damp. "Now that you're all cleaned up, we'll get you dressed. The King will request for you soon, and you have to be ready by then." Every time someone mentions the Lycan King, my heart skips a beat from the fear that it incites. So, that's how he actually looks. From all the stories, I'd expected him to be more beast-like and terrible looking, like al the horrible deeds he's said to have done.

they responded in unison. “Then get out of my sight.” The guards scattered immediately. “Father?” Lyka’s voice came lightly as she approached, now dressed in something simpler but still elegant, her composure intact. “Some of the guests are leaving. We should at least see them off.” Ryan barely acknowledged her at first, his thoughts elsewhere, until something clicked suddenly. He straightened. “The Lycan King,” he said sharply. “Where is he?” Lyka blinked, confused. “The Lycan King? I didn’t see him.”

" Liam quickly entered his chambers. He sat in a mediating position, trying to find out if anyone was coming. No one was approaching his quarters. The whole place was quiet. He tried to reach out to the familiar frequency inside his mind. "I didn't know you would summon me. What do you want?" "You were about to tell me something about the pack and Daphne. Out with it." "Your wife is required to sacrifice her blood for the war to be averted. Some of my underlings spotted her outside city burying some bodies. She has eyes on her. They will come for your pack and kill the vampires first." "Who?" "The black wolves." "And why aren't you doing anything about it?" Liam snapped. He didn't like the f