Novel & Cerita The Lycan King's Army Read Online Free

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

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.

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.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

A cold draft of wind rustled the leaves that littered the ground, leaving the acrid stench of vengeance in its wake. Time to move into step one of my plan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Lycan King's grand castle stood in the heart of Adivaine. It was an ancient majestic fortress that housed the cursed Lycan king and his queen; it also included the members of the royal court. But on that moonlit night, its tall gates opened to accept fifty young recruits in which the lucky twelve would be selected as the newest members of the royal guard. Unfortunately, Logan, Luna Freya's step brother, also wanted the honor of being a member of the King's guard and joined the fifty.

The only thing I hated about being king, was having to make life or death decisions. “Kill them all. Every Lycan that has been bitten should be killed. And Fang, get all the best trackers you can find. We are going hunting.”

She took another sip of wine, using the moment to collect herself. "And you?" she asked. "What does the formidable Lycan King do when he's not ruling a kingdom?" "Sleep," I echoed her earlier response, gratified when it earned me another small smile. "But truthfully? I read. History, primarily." "Any particular period?" "The Migration Era fascinates me. When our kinds first established territories and governance structures." I leaned slightly closer, lowering my voice. "The historical accounts are woefully incomplete. Most official texts suggest a natural separation of species, but primary sources tell a different story."

"Why are they so against this? Some of them are just wolves as well, so why won't they allow me to be their Queen?" Carolina shook her head slowly. "That's the thing, Hailey. Lycans are special so they believe they are the only ones allowed to be their King and Queen. Anything else is a disgrace to the kingdom they believe in. They don't think normal wolves are strong enough to rule. It's an old ancient belief that hasn't been abolished and if you and Hunter never fix this, it might go on for another hundred years." Oh my god. This was so awful. Just then, the door was kicked down and both Carolina and I squealed in shock, but recovered when we saw that it was just Hunter.

​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?"