The Lycan King's Army Morgan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Isla's plan made sense if we could build up an army of true Moon Goddess followers Zeeb won't stand a chance. “The prophecy of the Lycan King begins.” Isla smiled.

He said it keeps him fit. The man leans forward and says with a sly grin, “Well, you are from Liddicoat, so you still don’t know, but the Lycan king has been traveling for the past two years to search for his Lost Luna. You know, that plain-looking woman with massive magic and insane, god-like skills.” “What woman?” I ask, pretending not to know. “Luna Serra Lore-Dunkerson. Although, she’s Mage Serra now if she’s still alive. You might have difficulty earning the Lycan king’s love if he is still searching for his Lost Luna.”

“What a pleasant surprise I must say.” I stepped forward and when Tyler tried to stop me, I smiled at him to be calm. “Hello, Sir, I am Gwendolyn Mcgregor and I am the wife of King Ashton which makes me the Queen of the Lycans. I and my partner have come to speak to you about the recent kidnap of one of us. We don't want troubles ju_” He busted out laughing loudly, cutting me off in a rude manner. “You,” he pointed at me, “are the Queen of the Lycans? The wife of the very man we seek?”

I was weak. "Hector," My father broke the silence. "We got a letter from the Lycan kingdom that King Dimitri Galdina would be fastening his visit to our pack. With the way his envoys are moving, I suspect that they will be here in two days." "We will be ready to take him, Alpha Lucian," Hector replied.

Nik asked. "I do. Zashchitit' korolya. Zashchitit' korolevu. Sem'ya prezhde vsego," they said together. What does that mean? "Rise, as the vassals of Nikolai Volkov, King of Mozog, Alpha of The Rogue Pack, and Avalyn Volkov, Queen of Mozog, Luna of The Rogue Pack." Both of them stood up. I could feel the palpable tension roll off everyone. It was now that they realized what was actually happening. Vladimir could be the one to rule Mozog in the near future. But there was only one true King: Nikolai Volkov.

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.

One of the older council members whispered under his breath, though everyone could still hear him. “The Lycan King…” My heart skipped. For a moment, I thought I had misheard him. Lycan… King? The words rang loudly in my mind. Slowly, I turned my head and looked up at Luciano. He stood beside me as if none of this mattered. As if the entire council standing in front of him meant nothing. The realization slowly sank into my chest like a stone dropping into deep water. Luciano wasn’t just an Alpha. He was something far above that.

One of the elders, James, adjusted his robe as he stood up, “Alpha, about the banquet that's coming up tomorrow, we heard you've invited the Lycan king. Don't you think that's dangerous?” Kaiden raised his brows, “What do you mean?” James swallowed and said, “Alpha, you must have heard some rumors about the Lycan king, Lord Duncan. People say he's extremely dangerous, and he has the looks of a demon. They say he kills in seconds, and he's extremely skilled while fighting. His name alone instills fear in the heart of people. Do you want to invite such kind of a person to the banquet? What if everyone gets frightened to death!” his voice was laced with fear as he stared at Kaiden.

Lycan King Logan had summoned me to his pack, and I had no choice but to obey. His summons weren’t invitations. They were commands, and refusing him wasn’t an option. Not if I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders. I never expected this deal going sideways. Some Alphas I had invited for the alliances didn't accept it because they were scared of the wrath of the Lycan King.

More males walked out of the forest, dressed in nothing but shorts, their hair down to their shoulders and their eyes, emotionless as ever. Lycans. I would recognize them anywhere. The tales always said it. Their men were tall and muscular, their eyes dry and emotionless. They took pride and measured their hierarchy with the length of their hair and colour of their wolves. I could perceive the threat in their eyes but when they realized what Morris was doing, , they formed a circle around us, their eyes on the man Morris was treating. That was when I realised it. The man Morris was currently giving a first aid was none other than the King of the Lycans. What was his name? Yes. King Maddock o