The Lycan King's Army Novels & Stories

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

​Kael will betray you. ​I slowly turned my head to look at him. ​The Lycan King stood less than an arm's length away, heavy broadsword gripped in his hand, his black fur-lined cloak snapping violently in the icy gales. Cold. Powerful. Merciless. ​A born ruler. ​And kings always chose power in the end. Didn't they? ​The massive black beast down in the snow watched me with glowing, ancient silver eyes. "You heard her, didn't you?"

She was feeling weak each second. — In the Lycan Kingdom A bunch of wolves was growling in front of the Lycan Palace. "Where is your King?" A man shouted at the Lycans. "He is not here. Who are you all? Why did you come like this?" "I like to talk with your King. When will he come back?" "He is outside. But why are you here?" "Call your King and tell him, Alpha Dylan called for a war. His Lycan Palace is fully attacked by the Alpha King."

They charged at each other and when Alithia was close enough, Toby extended his claws and impaled her abdomen before flipping her body to the side as he took on the next one. Lucianne’s human part was small enough to dash through opponents as she followed Jake, asking the unshifted Sylvia and shifted Luna Emilia to follow her. The rogue Lycans seemed to be targeting the King as they came attacking in fours. When he saw his Queen running towards a hallway, he sent a link for any available warriors to follow Lucianne and the two wolves with her while he tried to get rid of pesky rogues around him.

Presently, While Daphne and Liam prepared to confront inspector Hayes, another meeting was going on. Deep within the heart of an ancient, desolate forest, a gathering of the malevolent Black Wolves took place under the shadowy canopy of night. The air was thick with a sinister energy as a hundred of these dark entities, cloaked in human guise, assembled in a large, moonlit clearing. Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation.

Both guards fell silent as several males, dressed in all black, came out of the palace, each carrying large, heavy-looking bags. Bags that smelled of wolf’s blood. A wave of nausea rolled through me. The stories about the Lycan King weren’t just rumors – he really was a murderous lunatic. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I wanted to run back to the car and beg the driver to take me back home to my family and my husband. Even Ash was spooked; I felt her tail curl up between her legs. I wish we’d never stepped into that room! I wailed to her.

I began to read aloud: To Alpha Tormund of the Moonveil Pack, The King has received your message and deems your situation grave. Reinforcements are being deployed. Ten thousand Lycan warriors will arrive within six days of this letter. His Majesty himself will ride with them and stand beside you on the battlefield. Your enemy, Alpha Cyrus, is not to be underestimated. His army is vast, his cruelty unmatched. Yet, even he has a weakness. His mate. She is never far from him, bound by the blood oath they share. If you can capture her alive, we may use her as leverage to call off this war before it devours both our realms. If that fails, then know this, the Lycan army will not fall. Cyrus and ev

“His people have already infiltrated the palace, and their numbers are greater than the forces still loyal to us.” Theodore's expression hardened. “Alpha Darius of Moonfang?” he asked in disbelief. “Where did he get the courage and resources to gather an army against the Lycan Kingdom? He would be destroyed before he even stepped onto the battlefield.” “That's if we're prepared as they are,” I interrupted. My voice lowered. “The Lycan King is most likely walking into their trap as we speak.” The change in their expressions was immediate. “Lucien...” Sarah's voice turned serious. “How do you know this?”

Each swing and swipe was a bit too desperate as the lycans who were sure of their strength tore through Derrick’s soldiers like butter. In the fray of the fight, hooves of a horse hammered against dirt. It was a heavy sound that drew attention. The Lycans twisted their heads; their ears flickered back as they started to cheer the person on the horse the wolves around shivered as they knew this fight was over. Greg, the ruthless Lycan King was here. He sat on a black warhorse, his armor shining so brightly under the moonlight that everyone couldn't help but squint.