The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Hector replied. I didn't know much about werewolf and Lycan politics but I did find it odd to hear that the Lycan kingdom, especially the king of the Lycans would be visiting the Lily of the Valley pack. Lycans were like distant cousins to werewolves but it did not mean that they liked us. Both species hated themselves. So hearing my father talking about receiving the Lycan king with glee made it seem like I was missing something so I stopped eating and listened instead. This was probably the first time that I had taken interest in the matters of the pack. "How are the pheasants we are breeding?" My father asked Hector. "We have

All I wanted was to make sure that I was satisfied. As he walked towards me, I tried to recall his appearance and made a scenario of him, ramming his cock in and out of me with extreme savagery as I masturbated. The footsteps arrived before me, and before I knew it, I felt a strong pair of hands grab me, lifting me off the tiles. I looked up, and my blurry vision made out the face of the Lycan king. He took off his royal attire and wrapped it around my bare body, covering me from the peering eyes of everyone in the ball.

The only thing I hated about being king, was having to make life or death decisions. “Kill them all. Every Lycan that has been bitten should be killed. And Fang, get all the best trackers you can find. We are going hunting.”

The bond had begun to form the moment I'd caught his scent, despite every defense I'd built over the years. "This can't be happening," I whispered to the silent city below. "Not him. Anyone but him." The implications crashed through me in waves. The King of the Lycans. The ruler of a species that had looked down on werewolves as lesser creatures for centuries. A monarch whose political position was already precarious for his progressive stance toward my kind. And me, a werewolf, the sister of a pack alpha, bound by duty and loyalty to my people. It was politically impossible. Culturally unprecedented. Personally terrifying.

“An Alpha cannot mistake his Luna’s scent. It clings to you. How is this possible… if you claim she has never been here in your pack?” The king’s eyes glowed faintly red, a dangerous sign of the beast beneath his skin clawing to break free. His Beta and Gamma rushed to his side, prepared to strike if the situation escalated. Across from them, Aldrake’s warriors stumbled back, their instincts screaming to flee, yet bound by loyalty to stand their ground. The Lycan King’s voice thundered like a storm. “If you value your life, do not press a battle you cannot win. To accuse me—the one who reigns above all—shows either madness… or a d*ath wish.”

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.

A shape I knew like breath. I arched a brow. “And who is this elusive savior?” He hesitated, like saying the name too loudly might summon him. “He is the Lycan King —” “Lucian BloodyMoon.”

' I felt Avas presence continuously nudge at my consciousness but I was too focused on London and too distracted by the questions in my head to pay her any attention. What was the Lycan King doing? Was he serious with what he said? And why was London heading our way? All these questions and many more crossed my mind and watching London slowly close in on us worsened it. "The great Ryder Nixon," London said with a light chuckle as he clasped his hands together loudly. "The mighty Lycan King, Alpha of Startling Pack," he grinned, "I hate to burst your happy bubble but you're mistaken." All eyes turned to Ryder as everyone awaited his reply.

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"Don't you dare go running your mouth! You're just a substitute for me and that's what you'll always be." I never even asked to be a substitute but no one would give me a chance. I'm being forced to marry the Lycan king in my sister's place because she's too precious. They're not going to let her get married to a king struck with madness, but I can. His name is Alexander, the most powerful Lycan king in the world and the overall leader of all werewolves and witches. Only someone with the power of both creatures can do that. He's supposed to be a king everyone looks up to like his father but, he's the exact opposite.

And nothing would stop him until that male was dead. No one stepped forward to stop him. I looked up with pleading, wide eyes, praying some other Alpha would reach in to stop the brutality. But no one would chance the wrath of the Lycan King. They’d let him beat Tyler to death, and then they would spread rumors about the cruelty of their king. “It is paramount that this evening goes according to plan,” I heard the butler say again in my head. If the first banquet the Lycan King hosted since the death of his wife ended in a violent death, no one would ever be convinced he was anything but a monster.