The Lycan King's Breeder Novels & Stories

Isla's plan made sense if we could build up an army of true Moon Goddess followers Zeeb won't stand a chance. “The prophecy of the Lycan King begins.” Isla smiled.

Maverick scoffed at her question. Mya rolled her eyes at him. "Calm down, Maverick. She's not the cause of your bitterness." With a sweet smile plastered on her face, she turned back to Cinnia. "Denzel is our Lycan King. The blood demons are the ones to be terrified at what he'll do to them." Cinnia's tense shoulders relaxed and she breathed out a sigh. "Are you happy, Cinnia Ramilek?" Maverick asked, his stare boring into her soul through the rearview mirror.

I had learnt the hard way you ask further, and probe until all cards were laid out before me. “Rosanne will have to die…” “No!” I growled, slamming my fist against the table that was next to me. This was the price she had tried to hide. “Mikhail…” I turned, my eyes filled with rage as I faced Hudson, “Lycan King,” he quickly corrected himself, bowing slightly to show me his respect, “The main aim of having a breeder was for a child,” he said in a low tone like he was trying to point me to the positive side in all this.

The room started to spin wildly. I trembled to gain my footing, however, my knees buckled. Just as I crashed back to the ground again, the door to the room swung open and a werewolf with a very intimidating aura walked in. He was tall and huge, his icy blue eyes pierced through me and my breath got caught in my throat. He looked hungry, all ready to pounce on me, almost animalistic but despite my dissipating consciousness, I could recognize who the werewolf was, the Lycan king, Darcus Cross.

How exactly did it go from my vendetta to babysitting a teen? “Why didn't you mention she was nineteen? What am I supposed to do with a teenager?” I lashed out at Gavin, irritated, “She is your mate, the one chosen by Selina. It's not a choice we make, Your Majesty.” I shook my head, rejecting it. “She won't become my Luna, nor will she ascend the Lycan throne as its Queen. It's forbidden. A werewolf cannot sit beside me, not when they took my mother away from me and made my father hurt himself just because he couldn't live without his mate”

Truly, he would need to perform the moonwalk rites with his Luna, as they would both transform into wolves ready to explore the gifts of the woods, the prey they would feed upon. "Your highness, you seem far away" Jake said as Caspian jerked from his thoughts. "No, I'm fine. You can leave, I'll sort myself out" he said waving Jake off as he bounced back on the bed. The moment the door was shut, Caspian gave a heavy sigh as he turned on his bed facing the wall. He couldn't just bring himself to the requirements and responsibilities of being a Lycan King, he was stressed up. The demands that came with his kingship was a complex one, one that could drain the mental strength of an ordinary human

I gulped nervously. “Hunter is special. I mean, very special to this kingdom. Hunter is the first Lycan male born from two royals. Both his parents were royalty, making his blood stronger than those who were just born before him that only had one royal Lycan as a parent. So you could only imagine before just how anticipated his birth was.” Carolina stated and all I could do was listen intently and nod my head.

"An... astronomical sum from the Lycan King, indeed. Do we have any counteroffers?" The hall remained silent. No one dared to challenge the bid. "Very well," the auctioneer conceded. "Sold to Magnus, King of the Lycans."

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.

Then Suzan continued, "My dad was the Alpha king. He married Dylan's mother first. They were living happily together until Lycans entered their lives. Dylan was only four years old when they attacked the pack. Almost everything was over at that time. My dad didn't know what to do, he tried to save his pack and his family. He was the Alpha so he could not just run away with his family. He tried his best to stop the Lycans. Lycans are the king of werewolves. They are very powerful creatures. They are born to rule the werewolves' world. At that time they did not want our dad to rule the kingdom of the north. The Lycan king tried to attack again but his sister stopped him. She told her brother t