Romans & histoires The Blind Lycan King And His Queen

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.

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.

Blake was sitting opposite me and I could instantly feel that he did not like his brother sitting next to me. “Xavier, meet the Lycan King Jolene, her mate Alpha Maverick, their children, Prince Harlan, and Princess Luna, and Harlan’s mates, Austin, and Cyrus. Luna is the child of the prophecy. She is also Blake’s mate,” Queen Helena tells him. He looks at us and smiles. His smile is amazing.

She pinned her gaze at Alexie who was smiling at her sheepishly. "Yeah... Alexander didn't tell you?" Oh, God! She was considering letting him sleep on the couch tonight. "He didn't tell me anything. And what does it mean?" So blind and clueless. "My brother is the King Alpha in the Lycanthrope realm. Since you are his mate, that makes you Queen Luna. You will ascend to the throne during your mating ceremony. After that, you will help my brother lead our kind. And your sister, Mish will also become a Queen for the vampire realm since she is King Xavier's beloved. The kings cannot lose you, kingdoms will fall if that happens." Alexie's voice was grave. Emphasizing the gravity of the situation

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.

The Lycan Kingdom had once been the pinnacle of peace and prosperity. Under the wise and generous rule of King Artemis and his beloved Queen, Luna Genea, the kingdom thrived. The Red Lycan bloodline was revered as a symbol of strength and nobility, its rulers known for their compassion and loyalty to their people. With each moonlit festival and harvest season, the Lycan people gathered to celebrate their king and queen, secure in the belief that their reign would endure for generations.

"There was one flaw. Just one. The Moon Goddess didn't bless Min Kung with a mate. A soul mate fit for a faithful son was the one gift he was waiting for. The most sacred of all. He didn't show his disappointment. He kept his duty to all of us. We all knew he was lonely. We can see it in his eyes." "What happened?" Intrigued, MJ propped her chin on her palm. Listening intently. "Our king has two beasts. His wolf and his Lycan. Not all of us had seen the latter for he was only let out only when necessary. Like in countless battles. They say his Lycan was the scariest to set your eyes upon on. His eyes always flaring in rage. Like the devil's. His fangs were as sharp and as deadly as the Exca

It wasn't a nice smile. "You smell like Shadowmoon Pack," he said. "And blood. And rage." His smile widened. "Mostly rage." "Good," I said. My voice came out steady. "I plan to use it." He let out a dark laugh, a sound that should have scared me. "Do you know who I am, little wolf?" "No." "I'm Lycan King. Alpha of the Northern Territories." He took a step closer. "I've killed more wolves than you've probably met. I've destroyed packs that crossed me. People call me a monster."

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

Another replied and I groaned but still closed my eyes there. “Are you nut? Can’t you see he is about to die? He can’t even open his eyes well anymore. Are we going to watch him die like this?” One of them said again and my heart leaped. “You are the one who’s lost his mind. Have you forgotten that he is a Lycan king and a very strong one at that? How will he die just because he is thirsty? Beings like him can go for years without taking anything and they will still be okay!” One of them finally raised his voice as he scolded the last one who spoke.