The Lycan King Novels & Stories

But even as I spoke the words, a small, nagging voice whispered in the back of my mind. What if she had finally escaped for good? I shook my head, refusing to entertain the thought. Lyra has no freedom of her own, and I would bring her back. No matter the cost. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I barked. Beta Markus entered. “Alpha,” he began, “I have an urgent message from the Lycan King.” “What does he want?” I asked as I straightened in my chair. “He’s requested an audience with you,” he said.

“And how do you know me?” He smiled. Then, with slow, confident steps, he backed away like he was preparing for something dramatic. And when he spoke, his voice echoed with power. “I am the Lycan King. The Alpha of Alphas. The one no one dares to cross without paying the price. The protector of those who call out in need.” I stared at him, stunned. The Lycan King? No. It couldn’t be. There were many Alphas across the world. Dozens of packs. But only one Lycan King. One ruler above all others. And he was standing right in front of me.

I insisted. "Are you certain you want to know?" he questioned. "Yes," I affirmed with a nod. I felt the air grow heavy around me, my chest tightening with each passing second. With a deep breath, he raised his chin, his gaze piercing mine with unwavering intensity. "I am Lycan King Xavier Styles, the Lycan King of the Silver Pack." My heart seemed to stop as his words hung in the air, sinking into my consciousness like heavy stones. He's... the Lycan King?!

"But not anymore. I am going to be happy this time around. I am going to make you proud, Grandpa. I will find that deed and use it to my advantage. I will ruin all of them. This is I swear to you." I was eager to know what was inside that deed that could be equivalent to the power of the Lycan King, but before that, I needed to meet him; The Lycan King, generally known by his dreadful name, KHOAS. The King of Darkness and Ruin, bathed in the blood of thousands of innocent lives he has taken.

The playful tone of Beta Thorne's voice pricked at my ears. "That. Is not, anyone's business." His alpha snapped. "You all want answers; I'll give you just that. And it falls under my jurisdiction as the Lycan King of the North." "Alpha Drav— "Enough! I refuse to listen to any more objections. Alpha Dax. Alpha Damon. Is there any other information we should know about her?" "Nothing." My mates answered. "Good." He rose to his feet. "In that case, Thorne?"

Never bow to the beast we call King, the one responsible for my coven's massacre, burned my family into ash and called it justice. Yet here I was, being offered as meat to the monster that ruled us all. The throne stood mighty, looking like something carved out of darkness itself, and on it, dressed in black and gold, sat the king. Lucien Valemont. The Lycan King. Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming, cold, and intense. His face was unreadable, chiseled like it had been sculpted. But it was his eyes that took me off balance. They were hard green. Sharp as a knife.

Aelindra shouted, her voice sharp. Drevon seized his blade, blood dripping from his wounded arm. He approached the fallen king, his heart pounding. The king glared up at him, his glowing eyes filled with defiance even in his final moments. “You will never break the Lycans,” the king said, his voice a low growl. “Our spirit cannot be extinguished.” Drevon hesitated for the briefest of moments, then drove his blade into the king’s chest. The Lycan let out a final, ear-splitting roar, the sound filled with pain and fury. His massive body shuddered, then fell still.

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.”

Aiden would never apologize. He came towards me, sending my body into a state of frenzy. My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. "L-Lycan?” I stuttered. "Yes, King.” He replied, completely missing the point. I've heard a lot about the Lycan king. He was ruthless, and didn't care about anyone but himself. He has several women at his beck and call. The only good thing I heard was that he was good looking…and they were fucking right.

I already knew that part … now, what about the rest? “Your brilliant brain figured it out. But I’m not just the alpha of this pack, Leah. I’m much more than that." He paused, letting the weight of his next words settle over us like snow. “I’m the Lycan King.” I shook my head automatically, even as something inside me recognized the truth of it. “Lycans are extinct.” His smile widened, just slightly. “And yet here I am.”