The Lycan King And His Dark Temptation Novels & Stories

I needed to spread my wings and fly, especially with the Lycan King here. "Very well," I conceded, offering him a wry smile. "You choose to be on the other side of history. You choose to forfeit me." I pulled my hand away from him, hiding the smirk threatening to tear out of my mouth as I watched his eyes darken in horror. "No," He practically yelled, holding my hands in place. "If you want her dead so much, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you." "You will?" "Of course," he told me. "I would do anything for you."

“I mistake it for proof that you’re not as untouchable as you think.” Something flickered in his eyes—anger, desire, confusion—before he turned and left, the door shutting hard behind him. I lay back, heart hammering, wolf purring. The King of the Lycans had come to me in the dark, seeking forgiveness. And even if he didn’t admit it, we both knew the truth. He had bent first.

“Or you die right here again” Panic spiked in my chest like ice. My knees buckled, breath frozen. I couldn’t outrun him. I was still weak from the injection in the past. Even thou I was reborn. Everything was still the same. Nothing changed. Please, Lycan King... please, save me, I prayed in silence, heart screaming in terror. And then A shadow emerged. Powerful. Calm. Terrifying. The Lycan King. His mask glinted under the moonlight, hiding his face, but not the rage burning in his glowing silver eyes.

There was no need to hide anymore. My fingers curled around his neck, the temptation to snap it was too tempting. If I get rid of him half of my problems would be gone. My claws were an inch away from his heart. The most annoying part was that he didn't struggle; his sharp eyes were staring at me, taunting me. The only potential replacement for the Lycan King would be dead. The emotions were a complex blend of anger and grief

And there was something else. An unexplainable calm aura that came from the beast. Not just any beast. A Lycan. Shutting my eyes again, I let the darkness overtake me. But the scent of cinnamon and lilies lingered in my nostrils, calmly sending me off to oblivion.

They looked like ordinary hands, pale and small and trembling. "I do not feel like a witch." "Your powers are suppressed. They will return in time." He leaned back in the chair. "The ones who hunted your people were the ancestors of the Lycan King. His family has held the throne for centuries. They are responsible for the death of your people." "Lycan King?" "A tyrant. He rules the seven realms with fear and violence. He turns into a horrendous beast on full moon nights and kills everything in his path. He wants you dead because you are the only one who can break his power."

He loomed over me, his dark hair falling like a silken curtain around his rugged face. "He is a predator, Rielle," Caspian whispered, his golden eyes burning with a dark, unholy heat. "He is my blood. I know what lives inside him. He doesn't know how to stop himself from taking what he wants. He is a Lycan King's Heir, and he is already trying to claim his throne by devouring the only person I love." He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that was both a prayer and a demand.

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

Novaretta, “I will handle it.” Corvus muttered coldly, but his hand was already closing around my wrist and pulling me right behind his tall protective figure. The grip was firm, almost proprietary, the kind of hold that said the next person who stepped closer would regret it. I couldn’t help but grin. Did this guy have a secret crush on me? The thought was ridiculous and entertaining at the same time. “Stop thinking so highly of yourself. He is the Lycan King.” Star rolled her eyes inside my head, her tone dripping with exasperation.