The Lycan King And His Dark Temptation Novels & Stories

​Kael will betray you. ​I slowly turned my head to look at him. ​The Lycan King stood less than an arm's length away, heavy broadsword gripped in his hand, his black fur-lined cloak snapping violently in the icy gales. Cold. Powerful. Merciless. ​A born ruler. ​And kings always chose power in the end. Didn't they? ​The massive black beast down in the snow watched me with glowing, ancient silver eyes. "You heard her, didn't you?"

Every one of her mates currently present in the room with her is darkness compared to my pale skin and blonde hair. The Vampire King is shrouded by a dark aura that clings to him like a second skin, accentuating his chocolate skin and brown hair. Meanwhile the other two men present are both dark haired with bodies meant for battle. Their bulk could intimidate even the mightest of soldiers, especially the Asian one that towers over the other man by around half a foot. That one must be the Lycan King, the predatory aura emanating from him is more powerful than anything I have seen on any man before.

-Thyox) I roll my eyes at her. She has never acted like this before. One kiss and she is a desperate horny bitch. I hear Tiernan chuckle at me, and I raise an eyebrow at him. I can see his Lycan trying to come forward. Although he is hard to see since he is so dark in color. “What is your Lycan's name? My inner beast’s name is Thyox and she is acting like a bitch in heat.” I told him.

The star of my fantasies has always been Alpha Dark, and I am just one step away from getting laid by the beast. Legends say if I sleep with him, I will also be a Lycan. First, I had to accept him as mine, which I did, but it had to be mutual. My plan did not succeed because Dark never acknowledged me as his own, so the only other choice I had was to have sexual relations with him. I am going to beg him to sleep with me. If it doesn’t work, I will have to poison him and rape him. I am the queen; I shouldn’t be begging my king to fulfill his duties.

In a private mansion of the Ransom clan, a leader, king, of the Lycan dynasty was enjoying his leisure time. The man had sharp blue eyes, jet black hair, with a height of one hundred and eighty seven centimeters. He is King Darius Ransom, a king who has been alone for three hundred years because his partner had to die in the war between the wolf clan and the vampire clan.

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

He couldn't afford to fail. *** Darkfire Grendel, one of the betas of the lycan king entered the king's private room, bowing low before his ruler. The room was dimly lit by a few flickering torches, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The king sat upon a large throne, carved from the bones of fallen enemies, his massive frame imposing and powerful. He wore a simple tunic of black leather, adorned with silver clasps and a thick fur cloak draped across his broad shoulders.

The moon was even more bright in the sky, and the howl was transformed into the chorus of howls of lycans all over the wood, all calling to the Moon Goddess. I felt my body begin to shift, my senses becoming keener, and my strength and agility were improving. I screamed with the rest, and I could feel the strength of the goddess flowing in my blood. The rogue lycans could not stand before me now, and I was prepared to fight a battle with fresh energies and power. I was just about ready to charge forward when a dark individual came out of the trees. Tobias Richfield was the strong and dreadful king of the lycans in his lycan form, and a pack of his most reliable subordinates accompanied him.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."