The Blind Lycan King And His Queen Novels & Stories

After all, they had agreed amongst themselves to swipe the Queen’s wrongs under the carpet because of a taste of the forbidden library and whatever nonsense she promised them. And then there was the Lycan King. He sat with his sons — all three of them, hulking shadows with gleaming eyes and expressions carved from stone. His gaze bored into me, heavy, unreadable, but unmistakably edged with threat. His sons were no gentler. If stares could snap bones, I’d be a heap of splinters in my chair. Quite strange, if you ask me, considering they claimed to want me. I swallowed tightly and tilted my head, offering the barest smile. Didn’t they like me anymore? Or had I gone too far?

Not only does she meet the man of her life, her mate is no one else but the Lycan king himself. “Be mine.” The Lycan king pulled her closer to him. They are still standing on the balcony, but Ariana notices the surrounding silence. The balcony door is closed and soundproof. Not even a single note escaped the hall. They are there entirely alone. She didn’t find it strange. Who would like to attack the Lycan king? It is already a suicidal mission trying to attack a werewolf, not to mention Lycan himself. No one in the entire kingdom and in his right mind would try to attack the king. Not without a proper army, and even with the army, there would be little chance of winning the fight.

“We are not saying she is… What we mean is that they are rules to follow when picking your partner, Lycan King. And you have stayed too long without a partner.” Janine cleared her throat, speaking before Alpha Dale had the chance to. “The Lycan King has a partner. A mate, chosen for him by the moon goddess herself. ”The woman’s eyes turned to me, and she spoke through gritted teeth. “The Lycan King’s mate is whom the council chooses for him. It is tradition; we all know this. A nameless girl with no background cannot and will not be allowed to be our Luna. It has never been done!

"Thank you for agreeing to meet us. I would like to introduce you to Christine here. She is the sister of the Lycan King." King Drake, a formidable presence with an air of authority, stood tall and regal. His eyes, a striking shade of emerald, immediately locked onto me. "Related to the Lycan King, you say? Yet you are not a Lycan yourself. How is that so?" he enquired, his voice a rich baritone that resonated through the valley. "His mate is descended from the Lycans, and is the Lycan Queen. Daemon became one after they mated," I answered.

She is such a fascinating human. “Yes,” I replied. “Please allow me to explain. Lycans are more like humans but possess divine power. We can just say we are humans blessed with the ability to transform into wolves anytime. We have packs instead of cities where a king governs each pack. Amongst all the kings, there is a supreme king called the lycan king, who rules over all the other kings with his supreme Luna.” “Wow! It sounds exciting but also a bit frightening,” she remarked with a sparkle in her eyes.

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

His fingers are the darkest, and at the tips, vicious claws stand ready. Slowly, he brings up the clawed hand until it's looking Ragnar in the face. "I warned you," the Lycan King growls. "You do not mess around with what belongs to me." "My King—" Ragnar doesn't get to finish the words, because they morph into a shrill, ear-piercing howl of pure pain as the king brings down his claws with a bone-chilling finality. Blood splatters against the white pillar, and I turn around and press my face against Anton's chest, not wanting to see the rest.

BUt she could clearly see Rakhbar was proud of their new King because of his ability to shift into a fearsome Lycan as not many lycans could shift these days so his people were ready to cater to his vulgar desires. Just imagining it was horrible. Laylin breathed out, as her legs almost gave out. The King was probably the age of her father, she didn't want to imagine the monster she will face. She bit her lips. She had never wanted to marry this wretched King but she knew a wretched man wouldn't let her get away. He was a lycan and she had heard Lycan women bleed on his bed, what if kills her after molesting her? Her father will have what he wanted and Rakhbar won't shed a tear for her. No on

A promise that their King and Queen stood unchallenged. Veldrin cradled my face in his hands, pressing his forehead to mine, our eyes locked. His warm breath brushed against my skin as his voice was low and confident. "Forever, my mate." I smiled through the tears I didn't even notice had fallen. "Forever." "...and under the watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess, the Lycan King and his Queen united as one." Asher Blackwater's commanding voice echoes through the forest.

Maverick scoffed at her question. Mya rolled her eyes at him. "Calm down, Maverick. She's not the cause of your bitterness." With a sweet smile plastered on her face, she turned back to Cinnia. "Denzel is our Lycan King. The blood demons are the ones to be terrified at what he'll do to them." Cinnia's tense shoulders relaxed and she breathed out a sigh. "Are you happy, Cinnia Ramilek?" Maverick asked, his stare boring into her soul through the rearview mirror.