Novel & Cerita The Blind Lycan King And His Queen

The dawn was just breaking over the Blackstone Pack’s grounds, casting long shadows across the assembled crowd in the courtyard. The elders of the Lycan Council, each draped in ceremonial robes that bore the insignia of their rank, stood alongside King Alaric. The Lycan King’s presence alone cast an aura of solemn authority, his silver gaze steely and unyielding. Kane stood by his father’s side, his own expression unreadable yet tense, his protective stance making it clear that his support lay with Lyra.

she said firmly. The old lady ignored Brinsle at first. “Lucinda’s orders,” Brinsle said. “No one is to touch him before he’s branded. And even then, he’ll be given to the virgins first.” The woman stopped at that. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “The virgins?” she said, her voice sad. “Yes,” Brinsle replied. “He’s the Lycan King. His seed is powerful. We can’t waste it on old, dried up wombs.”

“He would turn in front of his army just to feed. They say he bathed in blood the night he claimed his mate, who died a year later in childbirth.” Bella scoffed. “And we’re supposed to respect these kings?” “I think,” Iris said carefully, “they want us to learn the history and pretend we do. That’s how you pass.” Allie glanced at the fire. “I wonder what the current king thinks about all this. About his father.” ⸻ Far from the girls’ quiet plotting, deep in the west wing of the palace, the Lycan King sat alone on a balcony carved from volcanic stone. The Obsidian Heart glowed behind him, caged in a chamber of runes. It hadn’t glowed like that in decades.

“I was preparing to bring her to your quarters my king…” Ma'am Lucy was saying but the lycan king waved dismissively. “I will speak with her here. You may leave.” Ma'am Lucy bowed and out she went. I was then left alone with the lycan king. He strolled around the room observing things. I was able to get a look as his cold eyes were looking around. He was quite tall and muscular. His shiny dark hair was neatly pulled into a pony at the back. His chiselled face and grey eyes still lingered in my memory. But not more than the kiss…

-HER- I couldn't get the encounter out of my head. I made my way home through the pitch-black, icy forest with my thumping heart and my worried snow leopard, Dal. Though I was most perplexed by the Lycan King's unexpected and odd hourly arrival in Zeifa. He must have been called here for a very important reason. I tried my best to block out his thoughts. I didn't want to be paired with the vicious monster that he was. He was a lycan, the King of Lycans, not even a werewolf. They had a reputation for being brutal and cold.

The air hummed with excitement and anticipation, as the celebration reached its crescendo, a testament to the resilience and unity of the Lycan people. Amidst the vibrant atmosphere, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan Queen, radiated grace and confidence. Her regal presence commanded attention, and her infectious smile lit up the room. She gracefully moved from one group to another, engaging in conversations with her guests. Her genuine interest in their stories and concerns endeared her to the Lycans, further strengthening their loyalty and support.

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

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

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

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.