The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate Novels & Stories

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

As she had seen the flickers of hunger in his eyes for her. She spotted her bag in the corner and started to arrange her stuff into the beautiful closet every girl wishes to have but not her. She chuckled a little, seeing her stuff could hardly fill up the one drawer only. After that she thought of taking a shower when her annoying mind again reminded her of the doubts. She couldn't be his mate. A werewolf can't resist the mating pull when they first see their mates and claims them openly. And He is the Lycan king, precisely the dark walker who wouldn't be able to stop his ravenous monster from claiming his fated mate when they know that Lycans are blessed with only one mate in their lifetim

It wasn't a nice smile. "You smell like Shadowmoon Pack," he said. "And blood. And rage." His smile widened. "Mostly rage." "Good," I said. My voice came out steady. "I plan to use it." He let out a dark laugh, a sound that should have scared me. "Do you know who I am, little wolf?" "No." "I'm Lycan King. Alpha of the Northern Territories." He took a step closer. "I've killed more wolves than you've probably met. I've destroyed packs that crossed me. People call me a monster."

I know he was right, there wouldn’t be anything between us. “Remember Silas, the pack needs a Luna,” I replied flatly. “And I haven’t found my mate. I doubt if I would ever find her. Our contract marriage will get rid of the rumors but nobody has to know it’s a contract wedding.” “Why do I feel like there’s more to it, Alpha?” Silas narrowed his gaze at me, I looked away from him and tapped my lithe fingers on the table saying nothing. “This isn’t just about the rumor going around the pack that you are impotent, It’s not going to end well, Alpha. She’s the Alpha King’s daughter.”

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

Damon's eyes reddened; he was too fast when he ran to Almera, but Amoux stopped him by touching his shoulder. “Almera, you should be thankful that you're my mate's Beta, that you're her friend; I won't tolerate this kind of attitude towards me; I want you to remember that I am still the son of the Lycan King, and my father was the king of all the werewolves in the world.”

Its fur was midnight black, swallowing the faint moonlight, its chest covered in thick, silver battle scars, and its eyes—a piercing, luminescent gold—stared directly into my soul. The Lycan King. He lunged forward, pinning me to the wet earth, his massive, clawed paw pressing firmly into my chest. I opened my eyes, waiting for him to rip my throat out. But the moment his nostrils flared, inhaling my scent, the murderous rage in his golden eyes shattered into pure shock. And deep within my soul, the freezing vacuum violently flipped, screaming with absolute, undeniable certainty: MATE.

Only the Pack guards come here to survey and look out for. Right now though, they were probably busy at the party. I wish I was still there, too. Even if everyone stared and laughed at me, I would prefer that rather than being followed to the point of no escape. Then I remember him. Steely gray eyes. Dark black hair that looked smooth to touch. Soft lips made to be kissed. Lycan King Hunter Beowulf. He was a handsome and intimidating man. For a split second, I wondered how life would be if I had been mated to him instead. Would they be kinder to me? Would they finally realize that I could be someone and not just a nobody? Would they finally, finally love me?

“In the world of werewolves, we usually solve all problems by force. My great-grandfather used to be the most intrepid warrior in the Wolf clan. In the era when the Wolf clan was originally divided into kings, my great-grandfather led his army to conquer one tribe after another, and finally completed the reunification of the Wolf clan. He was a wise and brave werewolf, but also a cold and cruel monarch. The night of the celebration dinner happened to be my full moon day. According to my parents, a mysterious woman came to the court that night, and she cursed me in front of everyone.” Leon paused for a moment and let out a sigh, his hair falling down around his face. Then he continued, “She s

He takes a sip of his drink and nods, "Exactly what it means, sweetheart. You are getting married to King Ronan Obsborn." "I'm not marrying some lycan king. Dad, I didn't even know that lycans existed until last week!" I shout. I found out last week that we shared this kingdom with a group of shifters called lycans. Like, literally, humans who shift into beasts, lycans. The humans and lycans want the war to end, and to do so, they must form a political alliance through marriage. That's where I come in. My father is the human leader, and Ronan is the lycan king.