Novel & Cerita The Lycan King's Army Morgan

The door was sent flying in the air, hitting against the wall and reducing into pieces of dust. " How dare you touch her with your dirty hands?" Brendon roared, breathing furiously, his eyes were bloodshot red giving off a murderous melody. " Leave her you bastards!" He roared, and there was a disastrous interaction of lightning waves. It was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open. After a few seconds the light beams disappeared, from there walked a huge beast like werewolf. No , not a werewolf but a Lycan King. The legendary beast who was king of werewolves. I have only heard this from other slaves during my time in prison but witnessing it with my eyes sends shivers down my spines.

“I want to know everything.” Marcus nods his head, exhaling slightly, as if preparing himself to recount a long buried history. “I’m sure you know that Lycans and werewolves have been at war for as long as most can remember,” he begins. “But what you may not know is how that war was fueled by one man, the former Lycan king.” I listen intently as Marcus’s voice takes on a somber edge. “He was ruthless. Power hungry. He took pleasure in battle and was never satisfied unless he was conquering and destroying packs around him. The war with the werewolves only made him thirst for more blood.”

But now, he was acting like a saint. “Alpha," one of my warriors called through the mindlink, the urgency in his voice jerking me out of my thoughts and back to the present. “What is it?" I snapped. “The Lycan King is around." He announced and my face scrunched up in confusion, as I pulled myself up from the desk. “What? Why?” I asked, already moving towards the door and Derek followed behind knowing better than to ask any questions. “Where's he right now?"

It was about guilt too. “I just can’t be there, your majesty. Please. I don’t want to embarrass myself or you,” I explained in between sobs. “You can’t embarrass me anymore. You already did years ago, you murderer!” A knock on the door interrupted us. The door swung open and Keon stepped in. He looked puzzled at the scene before him. I wiped the tears off my eyes immediately. “What is it, Keon?” Finn asked. “The Lycan King of the Ironclaw pack just arrived,” he replied.

The blood. Something inside that massive black wolf fucking broke. Kornell attacked. There was no hesitation. No mercy. No friendship left between Alexander and Ryan. He went for Ryan's face with a violence that made even Alpha Tobias's warriors step back. And once again, despite everything happening around us, I noticed it. His strength. Holy fuck. Kornell had the strength of a Lycan. That strange Royal appearance. That impossible power. “MORGAN!” Bruce spun around. We ran back to her.

The promise of retribution hung between us, brother to brother, understood without words. "When we do," I agreed, my voice low but certain, "he will never threaten Emma or our daughters again." Aeson rumbled his approval, his golden presence settling into watchful vigilance within me. Whatever came next, whatever it took, Benjamin Thorne would learn the true meaning of a Lycan king's wrath.

“To the Council.” My heart dropped. “What did she say?” He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack.

I flinched at the intensity of his words, making me shut my eyes. I have heard of the Lycan King before, Richard Wilson. He was said to be a powerful King with authority. I felt a shadow blocking my view and I opened my eyes to see him crouching before me. I was a bit startled and moved backward but he held my wrist already.

I asked. “You are going to do nothing,” he said. “I am the prince...king,” he quickly corrected himself. "This is my responsibility." He broke our mind link and glared at the Lycans. “Those who want to stay have the opportunity now to swear loyalty to me. If you do not want to do it, I’ll give you an hour to leave. If you are not gone by then, I'll order my warriors to hunt you down.” “You are the Goddess’s chosen one,” Morgan said as if that was some kind of answer. “And you have my daughter.”

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.