The Lycan King’s Mark Novels & Stories

he waved off my pleas like they meant nothing and I huffed as he rose to his feet With a gulp, I grabbed onto his leg and held him so dear to my chest. "Please, Lycan King! Have mercy on me." "Wait what?" He sounded shocked and I looked up at him teary eyed. "Y-You are the Lycan King of this City, right? Please let me go, I swear to never come here again. Also... If you could let me go with my mate-" "Your mate?" He asked again, sounding confused. "Who is your mate?"

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.

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

“The Lycan king will be here by noon, and the presence of everyone is needed downstairs. The order insists we all welcome him in the next 20 minutes." The person said and then I recognized the voice, it was the head maid. As luck would have it, she didn't come in, she only spoke from the door. I cleared my throat, attempting to steady my voice. "I'll be there shortly," I managed to reply, my voice strained. This was the first time I'll be meeting someone so powerful especially the Lycan king, so I would try my best to look presentable. His reputation for being extremely cruel and vicious was well-known across the entire kingdom. People had heard many stories about his lack of mercy or kindne

As the Lycan King, I rule over all the other packs and they have to discuss every important matter about their pack with me. That's how it has always been but there's nothing I loathe like sitting for hours listening to things I have least Interest with so that leaves Leo to handle such petty matters. My head is occupied with the news about the new arrivals to the auction that will be held two hours from now. Known as the heartless and mateless king, I get to satsify my sexual needs by buying a few sex slaves. We lycans are known to have a strong sex drive and that's why I personally pick my sex slaves.

“I’m here to talk about the one living in this packhouse.” Greg sighed deeply, he knew where this conversation was going. He massaged his temples and looked at the old man with a pained expression “And what about her?” The old man narrowed his eyes “She’s just a normal wolf, Your Majesty. She shouldn't be here.” Greg’s jaw clenched. He’d known there would be complaints, but he hadn’t expected the elders to confront him directly. He was the king, and what he said went. “I’m the Lycan King,” Greg said, his voice hard but steady. “I can invite anyone I want to join this pack.”

I raised my voice, feeling the need to intervene as he seemed to be still angry towards his mother, Sylvia. Sylvia maintained a dignified composure. "I'm not finished. Listen to me, my child!" Steven nodded and grasped my hand, intertwining our fingers. "If you want to save Nathalie from death, you should become the Lycan King of the Silver Pack and conduct the marking properly during the full moon. Through this, her wolf will come out, and she won't be bothered again in her dreams." "Why do I need to become the Lycan King to mark her?"

I deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.

He said as he climbed the bed after removing his shirt. My canines were already out. Violetta was so happy that she was finally going to mark her mate as hers. Hers and hers only. No one else’s. I pondered on where to mark him. I chose the skin below his muscles so other girls could see he was already mine. This beautiful Lycan was mine. Nothing felt better than knowing that. Before I marked him, I imagined Francesca’s face. In anger, I pierced through his skin. He didn’t even bulge. Perhaps, he had seen more pain than just a mere mark.