The Lycan King's Army Morgan Novels & Stories

On the ax that now felt so cold on his shoulder, he tightened his grip, for a moment staring at the surface of the clouds that kept flashing lightning in various directions, changes in the weather that common sense really couldn't believe. "Attack me and prove that you are stronger than that lowly Lycan, Morgan! A lowly Lycan whose footprints are too dirty to step on the sky palace. You can't compete for a woman's heart from the incarnation of an animal, Morgan! If you lose! Hahaha ...."

Luna Katelyn’s expression flickered with warning, silently pleading with her son to stay calm. Tim’s hands tightened at his sides, ready to intervene if needed. Morgan didn’t flinch under the King’s words. He straightened slowly, every motion deliberate, controlled. His face was calm, but there was a flicker of something burning deep in his eyes, something dangerous. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, but it carried a quiet conviction that made even the King pause. “Flint can handle any deadly situation,” Morgan said. “You chose him as your future Alpha for a reason. He’ll be fine.”

The highway to the capital was wide open. "Legions!" King Dmitry’s voice thundered across the valley, his Alpha authority dropping over the surviving battalions like a physical hammer that shattered the remaining resolve of the enemy. "Harvest the ruins!" The response from the Northern Legions was immediate and terrifying. From the edges of the basin, seventeen thousand heavily armored Lycans let out a unified, blood-chilling roar that echoed off the surviving peaks. They didn't shift into common wolves. They remained in their towering, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, their eyes glowing a fierce, predatory crimson as they surged over the smoking ruins of the collapsed wall, their massive iron bro

I shouted angrily. Morgan’s grim smile widened as he stepped further into the room, his dark energy coiling around him like a stormcloud ready to unleash its fury. “Plans change, Ryder. I grew tired of waiting in the shadows while you played your games. Those sneaky sons of mine are going to pay along with that snotty brother of hers and that bitch Lara and her precious Theron.” He turned his gaze to the fallen king, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Abbie’s scream echoed in the cold stone corridor; her face paled as she crouched over the king. “No! What have you done?!” Panic twisted her voice as she glanced from Morgan to me.

The others staggered back, fear flickering in their eyes. The Lycan King didn't wait for them to run—he was out for blood. With a deafening roar, he lunged forward, grabbing one rogue by the throat and slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force. The rogue coughed up blood, his body twitching before going still.

“Being good or being bad... isn’t that a choice?” “Not for me,” he doesn’t look away from my eyes. It’s like he wants me to look at him, to really see him. “I’m the Lycan King. Violence is in my blood. War. Blood. Lives...all of those are on my hands.” “Okay, well... I’m not trying to change you, Alex.” He doesn’t look convinced. “Aren’t you?”

I said. He looked at me with regret in his eyes, but I couldn’t bear it any longer. I turned my gaze away from him, focusing on the window instead. When a figure caught my eyes it was The Lycan King. My heart dropped, fear clutching at me as I realized he must have seen Ethan in here. He must have seen him trying to kiss me but that was the least of my problems… he was here to end me.

He figured that there would have been maybe a half dozen guards, not almost thirty. With the new plan he had it allowed him to strike at night when they least expected it. His men would move silently and quickly to eliminate as many guards as they could and then he would come with the hybrid and destroy the Lycan king once and for all. Leaving him to take over the kingdom and then he would make the hybrid his queen, only using her to take over the rest of the surrounding area. Once everything was complete, he would have his hybrid disposed of so she wouldn’t be able to use her power against him.

The war was imminent and Bernard knew he had to do whatever it was just so they could be profitable and that was why he was here tonight, where it had been decided that it was to be today. He gazed around looking at the leaders who were around as well, each having smiles on their faces, because they knew it was today. They were going to have what they wanted,the lycan kingdom would be extinct. The cheers when he stepped in boomed against the rock, each step heavier than the last, his beta stood at one end of the room, watching every single interaction which was to happen, and would transpire between everyone of them.

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”