The Lycan King's Army Novels & Stories

Adrian nodded to King Ayden and went outside to bring them to the king. "The king of the Lycans is Ayden, and because the kingdom is very large, he divided it into several herds and appointed people to be its leaders, but they are under his command and they began to act recklessly and think that they are kings and that everyone is less than them, so they torture individuals and order them to carry out all the orders they issue and they do not allow anyone to refuse." That is why many people began to complain about the thing that happened until the king of the entire kingdom finds a solution to this matter .__________________________

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

Luka's POV I know the child was mine, it didn't make sense why Emily would want to hurt me so bad, was it payback? I couldn't tell. “They plan on attacking us tonight” the seer's voice broke through my thoughts. They are the group of Lycans led by their King and they conceal themselves with masks and dark magic but luckily for you, I have made antidotes that would help against their infected bites. You King Luka will get your allies from the outside world and my people and soldiers will get ready. We will move our women and children to the cave at the mountain top and the women who can fight will volunteer as soldiers as well” she continued, her calm and soothing tone calming the anger boili

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Celia and I need to remain as sane as we can — with the looming threat of Bianca over our shoulders — in order to get through this harrowing period. Movement catches my attention. I turn towards the tree line, ready to fight whoever may come after Celia and I. I walk past the car, narrowing my eyes at the trees. Lycan soldiers emerge from the darkness. They hold their assault rifles and their uniforms are a deep black color with purple accents, blending into the forest night. “Alpha King?” one of the men calls out. “Yes,” I call back. My fists ball at my sides, prepared for whatever may come my way.

He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him. The old king had been feared throughout her village. No one spoke his name, afraid to summon his shade from the abyss. There were whispers that the Lycan King had to put down his father. The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders.

Unknown “ We have found her, finally,” one of my men said. Looking out of the window I smiled. Finally, I thought, you will pay off what your mother wasn't able to give us. “ What should we do now?” He asked. “ Nothing,” I said. “ Why, she already has a mate,” he added. “ Who is it?” I asked through gritted teeth. “ The Lycan king,” he replied. Closing my eyes I took a sharp intake of breath. This is going to be a war. A war no one has ever witnessed and all the bloodshed will be on your name Susan, I thought in my head.

My teeth found his throat, tearing out his windpipe in a spray of blood that painted my face crimson, and I dropped his convulsing body without a second thought. I ripped through them before they could reach Vera, my claws tearing through flesh and bone as I protected my mate with brutal efficiency. Each movement was calculated and precise, designed to eliminate threats with maximum speed and minimum risk to the woman behind me. I was a weapon honed by centuries of combat experience, and these soldiers – trained and equipped as they were – stood no chance against a Lycan King defending his mate. My claws opened throats and bellies, spilling intestines onto the blood-soaked floor, while my te

“So, whatever inquiries or snooping you have done in my home — stops now. Do we have an understanding?” They both began to fidget under the weight of my authority. An alpha’s command could not be denied. It could be painful, even deadly, to try. As the lycan king, mine was more potent than any other. I wasn’t even putting a fraction of the force I could behind my words, but their discomfort was clear. Finally, they responded with their understanding, tilting their heads to expose their necks to me in submission. “Good. Now, go. We have nothing more to discuss.”

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."