The Lycan King And His Dark Temptation Novels & Stories

Tolerate more of his insolence? "We do what we do best. Protect him at all cost. For some reasons. I don't have a good feeling about this new Lycan King." 'Neither of the Lycan Kings has never been to any good.' "In that case, we better prepare for the worst." - The arrival of the Lycan King, a hulking brute named Kaelen, was announced with a fanfare that felt ostentatious, even for our pack. He was all sharp angles and predatory grace, his eyes were a set of intelligent amber.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

I turned back toward the balcony doors, my pacing growing erratic as my mind spiraled further into the dark shadow of my own insecurity. And deeper beneath that worry lay a darker, far more humiliating truth that made my throat go dry, I craved more. GO BACK!! MORE, GO BACK!! My wolf growled A powerful Lycan King, a male who commanded armies, broke rebellious Alpha lords, and ruled an entire realm with an iron hand was standing in the dark, completely undone by a single kiss. My blood throbbed with a dark, shameful ache.

"Will be disposed of." The room fell silent at that. I swallowed hard. "He'll choose all of us," one of the other girls said finally, defiant. "Why send so many of us otherwise?" The blonde girl looked away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. This is the Lycan King we're talking about. He's a beast, an animal. He only wants what he can use, and he doesn't want to use any of us for long." I shivered, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold.

The sheer power radiating off his Lycan body was entirely intoxicating. “You came in here to seduce me,” Jacob taunted, slapping my bare a hard with his heavy hand. The sharp sting sent a massive jolt of electricity straight to my core. “But you are the one begging for mercy.” “I am not begging!” I argued breathlessly. “Yes, you are,” he chuckled darkly, speeding up his brutal thrusts. “And you are going to beg again.” He hit that deep spot rapidly, over and over again. My legs shook violently. I could not hold it back. A fourth, completely devastating orgasm ripped straight through my entire body. I sobbed openly into the wood, completely at the absolute mercy of the Lycan King.

he continued, still on his knees saying, “Tongues are beginning to wag, rumors are spreading. Everyone is saying that you don’t react to her.” “Shouldn’t that be a good thing?” The Lycan king asked, his voice that I almost couldn’t hear anything if my wolf hadn’t taken over. “I don’t react to her and she also hasn’t shown any signs of being ill, whatsoever. That’s a good thing.” His words brought silence in the throne hall. It’s as if every one of the wolves were thinking of what to say while the Lycan king looked at them as if he could see through them. Maybe he really could see through them.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the

-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.

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.