The Lycan King's Cursed Omega Novels & Stories

No werewolf crossed into the Lycan Kingdom and came back. It was said to be cursed. That the air itself twisted your mind if you stayed too long. That the wolves there had claws like blades and drank blood like wine. It was where the mad King lived—the beast with a crown. A man born of war and raised on the howls of his enemies. I had heard rumors that he didn’t shift like the rest of us—that he became something else entirely. Something ancient. Something wrong. My pulse roared in my ears. And now… I was here?

My inner wolf, the Omega I kept locked away in the dark, starved and beaten into submission, whimpered and pressed itself flat against the walls of my mind. I risked a fraction of a glance through my messy, overgrown bangs. Cillian Vane. The Lycan King. He was a nightmare spun from ice and shadow. Broader and taller than any Alpha I had ever seen. He stood coatless in the freezing storm, a black shirt clinging to the deadly, cut muscle of his chest and arms. His jaw was clenched, his expression empty of mercy or warmth. And Alpha Thorne, the cruel bully who had terrorized me my entire life, was kneeling right in front of him, sobbing in the bloody snow.

The silence stretched between us and I grew antsy, fully aware of every nerve writhing and curling inside of me. He didn’t mention anything as he turned around and stalked to his throne. He sat down with so much grace and poise. Yet his eyes never derailed from me, never darted elsewhere. It was the way he watched me that made me uneasy. Like I was prey under his penetrating stare. Biologically speaking, Lycan were stronger, smarter and faster than a werewolf and I was not alone with any Lycan but the king of Lycans. My throat bopped and I sought ways to rid myself of my nerves before I passed out as I felt the pain of standing still creeping into my bones.

"I'm terrified. What if the King actually chooses someone this time? What if it's someone we know?" "It won't be us. We're Omegas. Servants. He wants a Luna to strengthen his bloodline." "Still." She sat back on her heels, wringing out her rag. "They say he's cursed. That his beast is so violent he can't control it. Three pack members died last year just for looking at him wrong." I'd heard the stories. Kael Devereaux, the Lycan King. Thirty years old, ruling for fifteen, and absolutely brutal. He'd unified the territories through conquest and fear. Packs that defied him were destroyed. Traitors were executed publicly.

“I’ll let you get your rest. Please try to get some sleep, Alpha Kendra.” “Get out,” Kendra rolled her eyes in an equally playful manner. “I’ll see you soon,” he said before he left. Once again, Kendra was alone. The adrenaline from having Derek there, and everything that followed, was wearing off. The reality of her situation was settling in again, causing panic to rise up. She had no idea what she was going to do, especially with the King coming in just a few short hours. She had heard of the Lycan King, a wolf who’s bloodline had been granted wolves by the Goddess herself, not through the lycanthropy virus, was a fair ruler, though cold. However, he was not one to be messed with, and he h

"No, your imminence. I mean, he has his eyes set on another." "Who?" Constance asked. "A wolfless omega. She’s weak and feeble and worst of all, she's barren. If someone doesn't intervene, I'm afraid the king will put in a request to marry her." "We can't have that! An omega she-wolf as the lycan queen of all lycan queens? People would take the Lycania kingdom for a joke. I cannot let this happen," Constance hissed. "Thank you for telling me, Dr. Peterson. I will be there in a few days to rectify this."

When he found his mate, he hoped she would be a white lycan, too, so she could help him avoid crossing completely into feral territory after she left him for a bit. If Leora turned out to be a powerful omega, that would be a blessing. Housing the strongest lycans in my kingdom meant arguments and fights happened often. But given how things had gone so far, I was starting to think she would never be powerful - that it might just be impossible.

And his chest rumbled with a deep growl as Evren nodded to his question. “Good,” Lachlan growled, a sense of satisfaction spreading through his nerves as he moved from where he was to stand directly behind the omega. “I will teach you,” The Lycan King declared, a sense of depravity settling in his bones as the thought of being able to corrupt Evren. The Lycan King was depraved and ruthless, but even he didn’t know how much joy it would bring him to know that this omega before him did not know about sex before he was brought to the King.

Anton asked. The man shrugged, “If she isn’t already dead, I don’t know… the only way to find her is to find a black journal, a book that can only be read through the blood of a powerful alpha,” he said. In the first few pages, I could read it the night I had touched Anton’s blood, the first time I had touched his blood. “You will have your bread… stay vigilant, something is happening,” Anton said. The man laughed, “Is the lycan king worried about me?” he asked, sounding completely shocked but hiding under false pretence.

“How the hell am I supposed to find a virgin white omega werewolf that would want to have my child? Everyone sees me as a monster and maybe I am so who in their right mind would want to share a bed with me and then give me a child? What if it doesn’t work eventually? What if I never find a compatible wolf or worse I find one, get her pregnant and then I end up passing the gene? That’s a chance I don’t want to take. If I have a child, there’s a fifty percent chance they would be Lycan and live as a monster all their life. That’s a curse no one deserves.” “There’s also a fifty percent chance that they don’t become Lycan. Aren’t you willing to take the risk? If your Lycan takes over, it’s doom