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' I felt Avas presence continuously nudge at my consciousness but I was too focused on London and too distracted by the questions in my head to pay her any attention. What was the Lycan King doing? Was he serious with what he said? And why was London heading our way? All these questions and many more crossed my mind and watching London slowly close in on us worsened it. "The great Ryder Nixon," London said with a light chuckle as he clasped his hands together loudly. "The mighty Lycan King, Alpha of Startling Pack," he grinned, "I hate to burst your happy bubble but you're mistaken." All eyes turned to Ryder as everyone awaited his reply. The Lycan King, who seemed to be unbothered by the at

They didn’t pause for introductions or explanations—they only shouted, their voices echoing off the stone walls. “The Lycan King has arrived!” one yelled, his voice raw with awe and fear. “He’s tearing through everything! Nothing will stop him!” I stumbled back, shock rooting me to the spot. My eyes darted to Lola, who had gone rigid, her claws half-raised. Even she seemed momentarily stunned by the sheer presence and force of what was happening. “He… he’s here?” I whispered, my throat dry. The warriors’ voices rose again, recounting his path, each word slicing through the room like a blade. Houses burned, soldiers fell, enemies crushed beneath the weight of his rage.

With his claws, Ray tore through fur of the Lycan making it slow down. The Lucan growled in pain, he threw his hind legs behind him, sending Ray staggering back. He fell on a tree and his side was swollen. I halted to help him. Trickle of blood was on his face from the impact. How powerful was this Lycan? As the Lycan turned to look back at us, I met his eyes. Red, burning with anger and hate, having nothing but sinister written in it. “It’s an Alpha Lycan King.” Ray mouthed, his voce fading. “Alpha, avoid him...” “Ray! Ray!!” I called but it only echoed in the empty forest.

Nikolai said. What did she do? "I saw two guards coming out of Louis's house with a bag. I didn't know what was going on so I didn't say anything. The same night, I heard about your quarter getting attacked. This can't happen unless your personal guards are ordered to go on a break or are offered a significant amount of money. Which only Darius and Leikos can do. I saw the mark on the men's arms. But the thing is that no one liked Louis. He has always been a pervert. Which meant that the guards I had seen step out of Louis's house with the bag had stolen the branding iron from Louis's house. They used that to mislead you into thinking that the followers of Sacredos were after you. Which they

"The real king. Not the echo we faced in the fortress. Not the shadow we bound in the tomb. The first Lycan king. He is coming." We rode north at dawn. The scouts had reported a massive force moving through the mountains—not the twisted wolves, but something else. Lycans. Hundreds of them, perhaps thousands, their fur dark, their eyes red, their claws extended. They moved in formation, like an army, like wolves who had been waiting for this moment for centuries. At their head, a figure in black armor, a crown of thorns on his head. The Lycan king.

Dylan clenched out as he glared at the king, he moved past his soldiers and stood right in front of the Lycan king, "I am here to take her, with or without your permission" "Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, I can now confirm your bravery and audacious attitude" the Lycan king replied, and before I could blink, Dylan lunged at him and dwelt him a few blows "Dylan, stop it" I yelled, afraid that this might start a war and he would ruin the alliance that I was trying to build with the Lycans The Lycan king's men bared their teeth and advanced but stood when the Lycan king waved them off

He stopped beside the bed, close enough now that she could smell him—forest, smoke, moonlight, and something darker beneath it. “I am the Alpha King,” he said at last. “Of this kingdom. And every pack bound to it.” Lyra absorbed that. The truth settled like a stone in her chest. “Ares Nightbane,” she whispered. The name tasted dangerous. “The Lycan King.” His gaze sharpened. “You knew my name.” “Everyone does,” she said softly. “Children are warned with it. Mothers pray it never finds them.” “And you’re not afraid,” he observed.

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.

"Friendship and empty assurances are not my concern. That is not who I am. My path is forged by actions, not mere words. Allow me to share a story with you, one that reveals the resilience of a Lycan king." As Lucian's words reach my ears, a part of me can't help but be intrigued. What story does he hold within his grasp? Would it be enough to convince the pack members? His tone carries an air of detachment, reflecting his stoic nature. “There was once a Lycan king, a figure of unparalleled strength and unshakeable determination. He faced insurmountable hardships and waged wars with unwavering resolve. Countless battles left him marked and scarred, but he remained unyielding in his fight for

[LYCAN KINGDOM B - OUTSKIRTS - NIGHT TIME] The vast expanse of the Lycan Kingdom stretched out before Zilver and his army, a seemingly endless forest cloaked in the vibrant hues of autumn. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of adventure. Zilver, the formidable lycan king of kingdom A with eyes as sharp as his silver armour, rode at the head of his troops, their horses pounding the earth with each thunderous step. The army moved with a synchronised precision that spoke of years of training and discipline.