Sold To The Cold 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 looked back at her with those pale eyes. “You see it now,” he said to her. “What he is.” “I see what you made him,” she said. The runes pulsed. “I made him King,” the Ancient Lycan said. “You made him a chain with a crown on it,” she said. The chamber was completely silent. I didn’t breathe. The Ancient Lycan looked at Isabella for a long moment with those pale eyes doing their unreadable shifting. Then he looked at me. “Kill her,” he said.

His skill in battle helped him become well-known, and at the mercy of the Moon Goddess, he became the respected leader to protect the rights and freedoms of his people after the long ordeals and battles. His journey to becoming the formidable lycan king he was today was marked by transformation and trials. Once a young and impulsive warrior seeking glory in battle, his path shifted when he encountered a wise and influential lycan elder who recognized his potential. Guided by his mentor, he began to develop the qualities of leadership and diplomacy, ultimately earning a place as a trusted advisor to the king.

I didn't have to come here and get myself sex slaves, I had people willing to give it to me. It was an entirely different matter for the Lycan King. Shunned by the world for being unmated, he found pleasure by buying ladies to serve him as sex slaves. Who in the whole of the kingdom did not know about that? He would then throw her away when he's bored and get a new slave. That's how he lived his life. We arrived at the auction house and the lycan King invited me to join him in his VIP lounge which was a floor above the arena.

I could see the huge proud smile on the Lycan King's face as he informed his sons that I was his reward for being a good king. As the Lycan king told his sons about his latest conquest which involved raiding my village and killing as much people as he could, I felt hate boil inside of me. I felt great boil inside of me to a point that all I wanted to do was to walk towards the Lycan King and stab him on the neck until he kept his mouth shut for good. "I am going to have her in my bed tonight," the Lycan King said with his mind clouded with lust.

Watson. “Hundred silver!” Valen beamed, raising the gravel to strike it down. Before he could act, my voice rang out, slicing through the air before I could even stop myself. "500 silver for the girl." Silence fell. Everyone froze, all eyes snapping to me, but my gaze remained fixed on Valen. He blinked in pleasant surprise before a slow smile spread across his face. "Sold to the Lycan King for 500 silver!" As soon as the gavel struck down, murmurs erupted through the crowd.

The auctioneer swiftly said, trying to avoid the war already brewing up. “Twenty thousand gold, that's what I'm worth. That's what my life, my freedom is worth and that's all I'd ever worth to my family.” The Alpha who I had been sold to smirked as he leaned back in his chair, cruel and fulfilled. My stomach twisted as I saw the lust in his eyes. And then the doors opened. The hall went silent for a second, though it felt like ages. All gaze turned to the person walking through the doorway. Leofric Thaddeus, the Lycan King who didn't value the life of anyone, like the rumors had carried.

I stepped away from her after that, moving toward the far edge of the gathering where fewer people stood. For a while, nothing happened. I simply stood there, watching till all of a sudden, something happened. The noisy hall became very quiet, movements slowed, and people began to turn toward the same direction as if something had drawn their attention all at once. Mine followed without thinking and then I saw him. The Lycan King. Adrian Laurent. Even from where I stood, he was impossible to miss. He stood taller than everyone around him, easily reaching above the rest. His dark brown hair framed his face neatly, and his features were sharp in a way that made it difficult to look away once y

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.

Alora’s eyes met mine across the room, and she smiled, nodding. I smiled back and hugged my siblings closer. Then there was a throat clearing, jolting us back to the chambers. The Lycan king's gaze was fixed on me. “You will not get her for free. For blood returned, blood must be given. My granddaughter… for your sister.” I froze as there were gasps in the council.