The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

As the Lycan King, I rule over all the other packs and they have to discuss every important matter about their pack with me. That's how it has always been but there's nothing I loathe like sitting for hours listening to things I have least Interest with so that leaves Leo to handle such petty matters. My head is occupied with the news about the new arrivals to the auction that will be held two hours from now. Known as the heartless and mateless king, I get to satsify my sexual needs by buying a few sex slaves. We lycans are known to have a strong sex drive and that's why I personally pick my sex slaves.

BUt she could clearly see Rakhbar was proud of their new King because of his ability to shift into a fearsome Lycan as not many lycans could shift these days so his people were ready to cater to his vulgar desires. Just imagining it was horrible. Laylin breathed out, as her legs almost gave out. The King was probably the age of her father, she didn't want to imagine the monster she will face. She bit her lips. She had never wanted to marry this wretched King but she knew a wretched man wouldn't let her get away. He was a lycan and she had heard Lycan women bleed on his bed, what if kills her after molesting her? Her father will have what he wanted and Rakhbar won't shed a tear for her. No on

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

He asked casually, ignoring the man's jab. "Because she knows him!" Milan seemed to think on it, looking at his nails to flick off an insect that just perched there. "Well, as the Lycan King of this Kingdom, I beg to differ. I can't l_" "What!" They all screamed. "You are the Lycan King?" The scrawny man surged forward, then his eyes grew in their sockets as he pointed deadly at Milan turned to his followers, and shouted. "He is the man we seek. Get him!"

-HER- I couldn't get the encounter out of my head. I made my way home through the pitch-black, icy forest with my thumping heart and my worried snow leopard, Dal. Though I was most perplexed by the Lycan King's unexpected and odd hourly arrival in Zeifa. He must have been called here for a very important reason. I tried my best to block out his thoughts. I didn't want to be paired with the vicious monster that he was. He was a lycan, the King of Lycans, not even a werewolf. They had a reputation for being brutal and cold.

The instant Leah crossed my mind, a burning void seared through my chest. Her name no longer brought pleasure; it only left behind... relentless pain. This is it, isn't it? I thought to myself. This is how I will spend the rest of my life. Trapped in agony. Lucian noticed me too. He shot me a dark, meaningful glance and continued, "...The Lycan King was a figure of immense strength and unyielding will, a leader who elevated our pack to unprecedented heights of power and prosperity. The kingdom thrived under his rule, but hidden beneath the surface lay dark, unspeakable secrets that now cast a shadow over his legacy..."

facing him eye to eye until I felt pain in my bite marks. I held my back and was almost bending my knees when Rozen caught me in his arms. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah." I lied, because the more the man looked at me the more the pain in my back killed me. "It's finally nice to meet you, Ms. Klay Rose Green." The man handed his hand to me. "I am the current lycan king."

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

“The Lycan king will be here by noon, and the presence of everyone is needed downstairs. The order insists we all welcome him in the next 20 minutes." The person said and then I recognized the voice, it was the head maid. As luck would have it, she didn't come in, she only spoke from the door. I cleared my throat, attempting to steady my voice. "I'll be there shortly," I managed to reply, my voice strained. This was the first time I'll be meeting someone so powerful especially the Lycan king, so I would try my best to look presentable. His reputation for being extremely cruel and vicious was well-known across the entire kingdom.