Novel & Cerita The Lycan King And His Mysterious Luna

Above, the sky shimmered and rolled, spilling its ribbons of color over the world. "You're always caring for me," I hiccuped, the words catching like small birds in my throat. He gave that half-smile of his, the one that balanced mischief with devotion, the one that made me forget entire wars."Well, that's because you're the Lycan King's treasured Luna, silly. You deserve nothing less." A watery laugh tumbled out of me. I tilted my head against his shoulder, watching the green veil sweep back across the stars like silk drawn over glass. "Indeed," I whispered. "I am the Lycan King's treasured Luna. You've shown me that, time after time."

Eros could see in the blonde's eyes that she already knows who he is, but he still says the word. "I am the Lycan King." A gasp escapes Ara's lips as her hands fly to her mouth in shock. She suspected him to be a Lycan, but their King. Her body begins to tremble as all the tales she has heard about the man before her strike her heart. Eros sighs inside when she sees the terror in the blonde eyes. Most emotions he commands in people, humans, and non-humans. He had hoped she would be different. But just like everyone, she fears him.

I whispered to him. “Probably, which is why he doesn’t want you here.” “Yeah ... that’s what I thought.” I glanced back to see he was watching me. His eyes were dark, and there was a storm brewing over his face. Lyle was speaking to him quietly, but it was too quiet for me to hear. “I just hope he thinks before he acts.” “He knows what he’s doing. The Lycan King has been feared because of his fierce temper. They know it’s better with you around, and they still don’t understand his control over it in your absence. So, with you gone—”

I replied lightly, lifting my chin just enough to meet his gaze. A mistake. Cassian's eyes narrowed with interest. Wait… Why did he agree to this alliance again? Around us, the air shifted. Conversations nearby slowed, their attention subtly redirecting toward us. No one dared to stare outright, but everyone was watching. Of course they were. The Lycan king and his future Luna. Cassian didn't look away. Not even for a second. Instead, his gaze dropped. His movements were slow and deliberate, tracing the line of my face, my throat… lingering just a fraction too long before returning to my eyes.

Charity yelled and I turned to her, she looked baffled and scared. She pointed at the man. “This is the Lycan King.” I freeze for a second, then burst into laughter. “Come on, that’s not him. The lycan king will probably be at his castle right now.” Charity shook her head, disbelief in her eyes. “That’s him, he’s the only one with silver hair.” I look back at the man on my bed. No way, Charity must be mistaken. I did not pick up the Lycan king and bring him to my house.

He said it keeps him fit. The man leans forward and says with a sly grin, “Well, you are from Liddicoat, so you still don’t know, but the Lycan king has been traveling for the past two years to search for his Lost Luna. You know, that plain-looking woman with massive magic and insane, god-like skills.” “What woman?” I ask, pretending not to know. “Luna Serra Lore-Dunkerson. Although, she’s Mage Serra now if she’s still alive. You might have difficulty earning the Lycan king’s love if he is still searching for his Lost Luna.”

I tightened my hold on their hands and let the thought drift into the silence of the forest. Back home at night, I was absentmindedly scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself with anything, memes, and short videos. Then the urge to check the internet news struck me, as it often did in my quieter moments, just the usual, until it wasn’t. ‘The Lycan King Has Picked a Luna.’ The headline stared back at me like a slap in the face. My heart stilled. There’s only one Lycan King, only one man who bore that title in the world. Azrik.

The sun was about to set and the yellow lights were turned on in every cottage, making the whole town look beautiful. It was foggy at the peak of the mountain, but I could clearly see the Soare-Luna mountain, which was the tallest mountain in Jivan. Soare-Luna meant Sun-Moon mountains because it was said to be the land of both Sun worshippers – vampires – and Moon worshippers – werewolves. It was said to be the home of God Sol and Goddess Luna. And the Lycan river originated at the top of the mountain. But for some reason, no one had ever made it to the top. I imagined that if it was so beautiful here, it must be exquisite at the top where one would be able to see the entire island of Jiv.

She turned to me to emphasise her words. The ‘Luna’ looked much older than every one of us, with her silver hair and wrinkled face, so it was very unlikely that she was the wife of the Lycan King. And I had also heard that the Lycan King was unmarried, so for this woman to be an acting Luna Queen, it meant that she was likely his mother. It just made more sense. They even bore a deep resemblance—the same strikingly blue eyes.

The start to his reign as Lycan King has been one hurdle after the other. First, he had to fight to prove his worth, almost died trying and now he has to take an omega as his Luna. His father must be turning in his grave. “We are all gathered here today, Under the light of the full Moon, Under the blessings of the Moon Goddess and In the Presence of Lyon, the Great Lycan King, to witness the mating ceremony of The Lycan king and his chosen Luna.” Hati stood in front of the crowd. “Now, I summon Chanda to the clearing.”