The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"If we have to fight in the end, so be it. We are wiz bloods, endowed with special powers from the goddess. But I don't want to disrupt the peaceful lives of citizens over my family's problems," "An idea just came to me. How about we..." *** The Lycan King sat on his throne dressed in harem pants with many parts of his body adorned by jewelry. A creepy mask covered most parts of his face. He was watching two Lycan elders argue with each claiming they were in the right. "Silence!" King Kyle had had enough. "It seems you guys don't put me in your eyes. I've smiled way too much this morning that you forgot I'm not an accessory on this throne."

Tolerate more of his insolence? "We do what we do best. Protect him at all cost. For some reasons. I don't have a good feeling about this new Lycan King." 'Neither of the Lycan Kings has never been to any good.' "In that case, we better prepare for the worst." - The arrival of the Lycan King, a hulking brute named Kaelen, was announced with a fanfare that felt ostentatious, even for our pack. He was all sharp angles and predatory grace, his eyes were a set of intelligent amber.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

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.

He stood where I had left him, one hand still half raised, as if he couldn't quite believe it. Then his gaze dropped. At his feet, glinting in the candlelight, lay a thin silver bracelet. Its clasp was snapped clean through. One small charm swung from it, an engraved moon, catching the light. That bracelet— Ten. Eleven. Slowly, the Lycan King bent down and picked it up. He didn't look angry. He looked like a wolf who had just caught a scent. Twelve. The doors slammed behind me.

I lowered my gaze and carefully licked the small trace of blood from my lower lip. “What was that for?” I finally asked, unable to completely hide the irritation in my voice. “For making me repeat myself,” he replied calmly. His eyes never left mine. “If you want to live long enough in this castle as my wife, you must follow every one of my rules. Even if I ask you to walk into a fire, you must obey.” His words made me stare at him for a moment before a small chuckle escaped my lips. He had to be joking if he thought I was some helpless woman he could control simply because he was the Lycan King.

Dylan clenched out as he glared at the king, he moved past his soldiers and stood right in front of the Lycan king, "I am here to take her, with or without your permission" "Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, I can now confirm your bravery and audacious attitude" the Lycan king replied, and before I could blink, Dylan lunged at him and dwelt him a few blows "Dylan, stop it" I yelled, afraid that this might start a war and he would ruin the alliance that I was trying to build with the Lycans The Lycan king's men bared their teeth and advanced but stood when the Lycan king

I could see the huge proud smile on the Lycan King's face as he informed his sons that I was his reward for being a good king. As the Lycan king told his sons about his latest conquest which involved raiding my village and killing as much people as he could, I felt hate boil inside of me. I felt great boil inside of me to a point that all I wanted to do was to walk towards the Lycan King and stab him on the neck until he kept his mouth shut for good. "I am going to have her in my bed tonight," the Lycan King said with his mind clouded with lust.

The door was sent flying in the air, hitting against the wall and reducing into pieces of dust. " How dare you touch her with your dirty hands?" Brendon roared, breathing furiously, his eyes were bloodshot red giving off a murderous melody. " Leave her you bastards!" He roared, and there was a disastrous interaction of lightning waves. It was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open. After a few seconds the light beams disappeared, from there walked a huge beast like werewolf. No , not a werewolf but a Lycan King. The legendary beast who was king of werewolves. I have only heard this from other slaves during my time in prison but witnessing it with my eyes sends shivers down my spines.

Skyla couldn't even recollect what the name of the actual Lycan King was, the one who rules the clan where Lycan Lucas lives. Not just for Skyla but for the entire world, he was the most fearsome Lycan who had got just one mission and that was expanding the territory by leaps and bounds, safeguarding people's interests and giving them what they want and the most important part was to make them progressive. He was handsome, ruthless, cold but warm when it came to his clan members! All these are rightly the qualities of a king and so many she-wolves out of love would refer them as Lycan Lucas.