The Lycan King And His Dark Temptation Novels & Stories

Lycan King Harrison walls is a 125 years old lycan who became king at the age of 25 when his father died in a war with Vampire's.He is ruthles king who owns multiple businesses in human and supernatural worlds .He has a beautiful family who stays together in a pack house. His family includes His Grandparents, mother 2 sisters and 1 youger brother and few of his cousins. He is looking for his mate form past 100 years and lost his hope of finding her.

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King. I stared at King Titus who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be. He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun.

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

Submission pleased me. I watched them, unblinking, as they bared themselves before me. They had no choice. No power. They belonged to me tonight, just like the many before them. And like the many who would come after. I didn’t offer comfort. I didn’t pretend to care. I took what I wanted, how I wanted. Their bodies tensed under my touch, but I didn’t stop. I never stopped. This was who I was—the Lycan King, the ruler of power, the taker of all things.

It’s like he wants to see the mark he left on me. I don’t understand what’s happening. So, I decide that I must wait to find out what this humiliation means and why must he do this. Suddenly, he turns around. His towering figure retreats while I notice the dark aura that clings to him. The color of his eyes that night makes sense. Back then, the coldness he radiated doesn’t seem odd now. He is a Lycan King. They are born with the curse to bear a burden far greater than what their shoulders can endure before they break and become like this—A vessel of evil, to commit sins no ordinary man can even think about.

I made a move to ask one last question, but Diane was gone before I could blink. The image of the man with the gun metal grey eyes flashed through my mind and I barely contained the shiver than ran up my spine. Was he the Lycan King?

His blood red eyes emphasized his dark lineage and status as King, instilling fear among many while stealing the hearts of those who desire him. He looked straight at the camera and my breath hitched. "So tell us, King Silas. Is anyone eligible to apply for the role of being your luna?" the interviewer was a middle-aged woman but even she was not exempted from the Lycan King's charms. You could see in the way she blushed when she looked at him. "Yes, anyone can apply," he answered in a deep, gruff voice that made the omegas in front of me swoon. "Except," the air suddenly stilled as our eyes refocused on the King.

"The one the prophecy foretold has awakened. She's in danger, and her light will burn even those she's meant to save." His jaw tightened, and a flash of uneasy irritation crossed his face. "What prophecy? Do I look like I have the time for this?" "The one of the Flame Reborn," she said softly. "The one mated to the Lycan King of the North. Their destinies are entwined. She's his first and last. Yet, he's one of the many choices." Nothing was making sense. He didn't have the gift of interpretation, but he obviously knew what being the first meant.

'The king' Aurora growls, the one behind not only all of this, but the pain of wolves spanning life times. The lycan king is over a hundred and fifty years old, stories have always circulated that he accesses dark magic to continue not only his life but his reign. He is the most power hungry, ruthless person in the history books. Cole growls beside me, his teeth shining as he eyes off the king, not liking the way he is watching me.

The symbols blazed—gold and silver, brighter than the torches, brighter than the fires. "You are not welcome here," I said. "Leave Blackwood territory. Take your army back to the mountains. Go back to the darkness. Or die." The king laughed. It was a hollow sound, empty of warmth, bouncing off the walls of the pavilion. "You cannot kill me," he said. "I am the first Lycan king. I was born from the shadow before the first wolf learned to walk. I am the hunger that never ends. I am the darkness that existed before your bloodline, before the packs, before the world knew light."