The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Lucas’ POV I have held the Lycan king title for so many years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equality among all supernatural species. We can heal faster than werewolves. Additionally, a regular Lycan is capable of defeating an alpha. Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species.

The declaration sent a shiver down her spine—not just from fear but something else, something unknown yet strangely familiar. She took a step back. “I belong to no one.” The massive Lycan tilted his head, studying her. He was taller than any man she had ever seen, his body sculpted with raw power. Dark hair fell to his shoulders, and his golden eyes burned with an intensity that made her breathless. He wore no crown, no cloak of royalty, but she knew who he was. Everyone had heard of him. Aedric, the Lycan King. The stories spoke of a ruthless ruler, a beast who commanded legions of wolves, who tore apart enemies without mercy. The monster who had kept humans

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.

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.

He reached his head out to speak to the men outside in a language I couldn't understand as my head swarmed with questions toppled with anxiety. This is getting scarier than I envisaged. If he's already getting married to another bride that means I don't stand a chance. One thing I knew about Lycans was how audacious they were. And their strength will be multiplied by three when compared to the strength of an average werewolf, not to mention one of the royal bloodlines. As I looked outside to the bus, I caught the snide looks the men were giving me causing ripples of fear to spiral through me. If the King doesn't want me, who else will? And this is his people, they follow his footsteps. Am I

he said and picked her up gingerly from the ground. When he bent to pick her up, she saw the pair of bright green eyes looking at her—the same eyes that had taken her on a ship away from her father's pack. The Lycan King was holding her in his arms. What was he doing here? Had he come looking for her, and why did his face look so worried about her? The last thing she remembered was being carried before her vision tunneled and she passed out from the panic and exhaustion.

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the

Maverick scoffed at her question. Mya rolled her eyes at him. "Calm down, Maverick. She's not the cause of your bitterness." With a sweet smile plastered on her face, she turned back to Cinnia. "Denzel is our Lycan King. The blood demons are the ones to be terrified at what he'll do to them." Cinnia's tense shoulders relaxed and she breathed out a sigh. "Are you happy, Cinnia Ramilek?" Maverick asked, his stare boring into her soul through the rearview mirror.

they responded in unison. “Then get out of my sight.” The guards scattered immediately. “Father?” Lyka’s voice came lightly as she approached, now dressed in something simpler but still elegant, her composure intact. “Some of the guests are leaving. We should at least see them off.” Ryan barely acknowledged her at first, his thoughts elsewhere, until something clicked suddenly. He straightened. “The Lycan King,” he said sharply. “Where is he?” Lyka blinked, confused. “The Lycan King? I didn’t see him.”

He asked, his hot breath slamming on my skin as he closed the distance. My chest heaved as I clenched my fist tightly trying my best to not appear as scared shitless as I was. “Do you have any idea who I am?” He added but his tone wasn't sounding harsh. In fact it still had this same amusement hinted on it. “Alpha Kieran called you the Lycan King,” I replied, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Yes, I am the Lycan King and what you just did is an offence punishable by death,”