The Lycan King's Army Novels & Stories

They wiped their lips that are smeared with blood as they waited for their master’s orders. “Now, we’ll go to the city where rogues and humans live. I have to build more manpower for my plans to succeed. We’ll have to be discreet about each step that we take. That man is not ordinary. He can do anything as long as we’re careless and crush us in an instant. That is why we must receive help from people who hold great animosity towards him. Witches, humans, and rogues. Every help we could find! This is war we’re talking about. I have to be very careful,” he said as he looked his men in the eye one by one. They all nodded their heads in agreement. It is not easy to defeat the Lycan King in a war

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

The mating bite on his neck stood openly visible, a deliberate symbol of defiance against the old laws that had sparked this war. Lucien joined him on the tower, his massive frame clad in full black armor etched with silver wolves, the crown of the Lycan King resting heavy on his brow. His golden eyes burned with ruthless determination as he surveyed the approaching threat. The bond between them thrummed strongly, a warm anchor amid the gathering storm, feeding strength from one to the other.

Never one to lose his head in the game. Xavier finished with an explicit instruction to be ready for deployment at any time. He lifted his chin to let him know it was his turn. Stepping up in front of Xavier, legs spread apart, gaze scanning the crowd. Proud of his pack. "Lycan Kingdom. Once more we are threatened by forces who are trying to take our queen away from us. To drain her of her precious blood to feed and resurrect the dark angel." He paused. Howls and growls of outrage filled the air. He raised his hand. Silence followed Through the l**k, he can feel their outrage.

A new voice suddenly said and the frightful sound Andrea let out made me know it was the Lycan King even without seeing him. I returned my gaze forward and stared at the Tall, mighty-looking Lycan that was approaching us so confidently with a casual gait. He had both his arms bandaged— reminding me that I had broken both of them that very night of the full mating moon. But then, I could see him move one of them while the other was completely limp— I had made him a one-arm King. Nonetheless, behind him was an army of Lycans and Praised brothers and I couldn’t measure the magnitude of the army because most of them were lingering in the cave tunnels.

Dark figures stepped out from behind him. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Dark witches. Masked mercenaries. Within seconds, the chamber was surrounded. Wesley moved protectively in front of me. "You'll never leave this place alive." James laughed. "Bold words." "But even the Lycan King cannot fight an army." Liam's hands ignited with blue flames. "Want to test that theory?" James ignored him. Instead, he looked directly at Orion. "Guardian." "I invoke the ancient law."

We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away. Nobody at the party took the guy seriously, but you know what they say, a drunk man tells no lies. Many people say that the Lycan king is dead. There are many different stories about the Lycan King. Some of the stories say he was a good guy and others say he was this savage monster. It's so many different stories, so many wolves including myself who wasn't around durn the time of the lycan king think that he's only a legend and that most of the stories were made up to scare us as ki

He flicked his claws out and placed his hand in the middle of our circle. The men flicked their claws out and placed their hands over his, creating a pile, before looking at me. My heart warmed. They were including me in their brotherly before-war ceremony. I flicked my claw out and placed it on top of Mikhail's. "Zaschitit' korolya. Zaschitit' korolevu. Sem'ya prezhde vsego." Their chests rumbled as they growled loudly and we all pumped our claws in the air. Protect the King. Protect the Queen. Family above all. "It's time," Nik announced. "Go to your posts. May all our enemies die tonight."

Lucas’ POV I have held the Lycan king title for so many years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equality among all supernatural species. We can heal faster than werewolves. Additionally, a regular Lycan is capable of defeating an alpha. Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species.

As the Lycan King, I rule over all the other packs and they have to discuss every important matter about their pack with me. That's how it has always been but there's nothing I loathe like sitting for hours listening to things I have least Interest with so that leaves Leo to handle such petty matters. My head is occupied with the news about the new arrivals to the auction that will be held two hours from now. Known as the heartless and mateless king, I get to satsify my sexual needs by buying a few sex slaves. We lycans are known to have a strong sex drive and that's why I personally pick my sex slaves.