The Lycan King's Army Novels & Stories

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.

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

But just as his soldier were about to leave the room, a soldier who looked pretty beaten up with busted lips and deep claw marks on his arms, stumbled inside the room. Luke’s eyes widened in shock. He grabbed the soldier’s collar and asked, “What happened?” “Sir Luke, a bunch of people suddenly rushed in and kept attacking all of us. Many are already injured. You need to leave, Sir.” The soldier reported, panting as he tried to keep standing. “You’re all fucking well-trained and you’re telling me your being wiped out just like that? You stupid fools!” The soldier shook his head and defeat. “They are all wearing the uniforms of Lycan King’s personal army. They are far beyond our capabilities.

That is the last thing I was expecting when I woke up this morning, but it was clear that the moon goddess was playing a big trick on me. I had told everyone not to disturb me even when the slaves arrive and I had told Ava to handle it, and then report back to me later. There is going to be a raid going on later tonight, I need to be level-headed. But there she was in my private building and with the slaves. . . “Yes, I am the Lycan King" I confirmed with a smirk, she was looking up at me in disbelief but I was enjoying myself, it seems my day would be having a very interesting turn after all.

“This doesn’t feel like King Brad’s command. This feels different.” A terrible, suffocating silence descended over the clearing as the Lycans finally emerged into full, terrifying view, rows upon rows of hulking, powerful warriors, their forms massive and imposing, their silver-tipped fangs gleaming menacingly beneath the indifferent moonlight. Their collective presence was overwhelming, a suffocating force that pressed down on the very air, promising only utter devastation. And then, emerging from their disciplined ranks like a storm given sentient form, was the Crown Prince himself.

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.

The battlefield had turned into a nightmare of blood and chaos. Howls of war echoed across the valley as enemy packs clashed with Darius’s forces. Kai stood behind a crumbling stone wall, his heavily swollen belly making every movement difficult. The surviving twin kicked fiercely inside him, as if sensing the danger closing in from all sides. Black fur still covered patches of Kai’s arms and neck from his partial shift, silver eyes glowing with raw power and fear. Darius fought like a god of war in his massive primal Lycan form a towering beast of black and gold fur, claws and fangs tearing through enemy warriors. He had positioned himself as a shield between Kai and the advancing forces, r

Silver flags hung from towers so tall their tips disappeared into the clouds. Armed soldiers lined both sides of the entrance path. They stood perfectly still in black armor with weapons strapped to every part of their bodies. Each one of them radiated a power so thick I could feel it pressing against my skin from twenty feet away. I had seen powerful wolves before. My father was an Alpha. Damien was an Alpha. But standing here surrounded by Lycans I finally understood how wide the gap truly was. These were not wolves. These were something else entirely. The Lycan King stepped out of the vehicle ahead of me and the soldiers responded instantly. Every single one of them slammed a fist against

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

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.