The Lycan King Novels & Stories

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

Every conversation died. A man entered… tall and powerfully built, and flanked by dangerous looking guards. He wore black and silver armor etched with ancient symbols, and though he wore no crown, the power radiating from him was unlike anything I have ever felt. It pressed against everyone in the room, a physical weight that made even Darius and Kieran… both Lycan royalty themselves… straighten with immediate attention. This was no ordinary Lycan. This was the Lycan King. The supreme ruler of the wolf kind.

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."

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'm terrified. What if the King actually chooses someone this time? What if it's someone we know?" "It won't be us. We're Omegas. Servants. He wants a Luna to strengthen his bloodline." "Still." She sat back on her heels, wringing out her rag. "They say he's cursed. That his beast is so violent he can't control it. Three pack members died last year just for looking at him wrong." I'd heard the stories. Kael Devereaux, the Lycan King. Thirty years old, ruling for fifteen, and absolutely brutal. He'd unified the territories through conquest and fear. Packs that defied him were destroyed. Traitors were executed publicly.

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!

“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

“And here you are again, asking for more help. Every time I help you, it spells trouble. Honestly, there’s nothing you can offer me anymore. I’m sick of your wide pussy.” Lyka’s face burned with humiliation and anger, but she forced herself to stay calm. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs. “What if I told you I have something more valuable than my body? Something that could actually help you.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What do you know?” Lyka took a deep breath. “The Lycan King has started investigating the Silver Clan pack. You know… Myra’s mother’s pack. The one you overthrew.”

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

“The Grand Lycan King is here!” The girls instantly spring to their feet and rush toward the window in a frenzy, pressing together like starving birds rushing toward feed. I follow, curiosity tugging me. I’ve heard countless stories about the Lycan King since childhood. Lycan King Raegon Varkis. The half-wolf, half-dragon king. A rare hybrid. The most powerful being in the entire realm. I’ve seen his face in magazines and watched him on screens, but seeing him in person is not that easy.