Novel & Cerita The Lycan King's Army

"It's a pack where Rozen belongs. His father is the current King of the Lycan and he is the legitimate heir. However, his half-brother proclaimed himself to be the king of the lycans, declaring war to each pack if they will not give them support. Since the war decades ago, we believe that he's been turning humans into wolves to build an army." "You mean, there will be a war again?" I covered my mouth in shock. "Then, we are not safe. Where should we go---" "Klay, I hate to say this, but wherever you go. The illegitimate lycan king will follow you to get even with Rozen." She held my hand. "You are Rozen's mate and you are his weakness." "But, I rejected Rozen!" I said. "This shouldn't have h

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.

Considering Alexander’s men are great fighters, they fought valiantly amidst the struggles from the toxin that fogged their senses. From the enemy’s perspective, it may seem that the warriors are outnumbered. Lycan warriors against ogres and rogues. The large numbers of the enemy didn’t matter. Lycans are not only huge in their beast form, but they are also stealthy, strong, and sharp. That’s why they are called the most fearsome kingdom for a reason. Having said all that, they won. After the fight, most of his men suddenly collapsed and coughed blood, shifting back to their human form.

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.

The voice thundered through the chamber, jagged and jagged, ricocheting from the walls and crashing into my soul. My father, the Lycan King, in all fury and iron. Unprepared, the blow of the booming voice startled me just like the sound smashed into my head and tightened my grip on the kill. The hare's ears flicked forward in trepidation. I could read terror in its eyes—just like mine had looked that day.

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

I turned my head to look at his cold face. “ They blamed everything on vampires and humans. ” I whispered, coming to a terrifying conclusion. Levian stared in the distance, at the men who had stopped laughing. I followed his line of sight to see the approaching Army of wolves and the man atop a horse in the frontline. The fight was not long. Dad’s people were finished off quickly by the Lycan King in exile with his small army.

Sitting at the head of the table was the King and queen next to him and at the other end of the table were Marcelo and his beta. Marcelo’s eyes drifted between me and Kaleb, who was holding my hand now. I tried to remove my hand, but he pulls it back, gripping it too tight that I could feel my knuckles crack. “Shall we begin?” The king gestured for everyone to take their seats. >>> Two hours into the meeting, everyone is arguing about how Lycans are attacking small packs and not having to give them a chance to choose their packs. “I do what I have to do because it is for the best. People need leaders and…” One of the leaders from the south wanted to speak.

This was a warning of what was to come. Alexander, Symphony, Damion, and Gavin sat on a hill overlooking the blood bath that had just happened. Behind them, more than 20,000 Lycan soldiers were shifting, preparing for the battle. No matter how you looked at it there were going to be numerous casualties. Alexander knew the numbers on both sides were closely matched. He hoped that his men were stronger than a bunch of rogues that banded together to form an army. He turned his back on the scene below.

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.