The Lycan King’s Mark Mga Nobela at Kwento

So I did. My voice carried across the estate, amplified by authority and blood. “I, Xavier, the Lycan King, reject this summons under preservation doctrine. The Moon Heir will not be presented. Any attempt to enforce this demand will be treated as an act of aggression.” The sigil flared violently, then dimmed into silver cracking through its edges. The mark burned brighter, then shattered. The stone splintered outward as the council’s crest fractured, collapsing into ash that scattered across the courtyard.

I stood up hurriedly and looked back. I felt my breath hitched as I stared at the Lycan King in front of me. He was way younger than I expected. I had imagined an old graying king not this perfection in front of me. He was tall and majestic and there was a powerful magnetic aura that compelled respect radiating from him.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

Aiden would never apologize. He came towards me, sending my body into a state of frenzy. My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. "L-Lycan?” I stuttered. "Yes, King.” He replied, completely missing the point. I've heard a lot about the Lycan king. He was ruthless, and didn't care about anyone but himself. He has several women at his beck and call. The only good thing I heard was that he was good looking…and they were fucking right.

It’s like he wants to see the mark he left on me. I don’t understand what’s happening. So, I decide that I must wait to find out what this humiliation means and why must he do this. Suddenly, he turns around. His towering figure retreats while I notice the dark aura that clings to him. The color of his eyes that night makes sense. Back then, the coldness he radiated doesn’t seem odd now. He is a Lycan King. They are born with the curse to bear a burden far greater than what their shoulders can endure before they break and become like this—A vessel of evil, to commit sins no ordinary man can even think about.

As I look toward the source of the blast, I see an enormous figure three times dad's size rise up slowly. A few more blinks to clear the debris from my eyes and I can make the shape out better. His eyes are dark black and menacing. There's a mark on the corner of his forehead marking him as royalty. My blood runs cold. This is the Lycan king, Damon Saxe.

Not to mention, my father still has my friends captive and my return would mean their deaths. Their eyes are both wide like they expect me to continue. “Go on.” The Lycan King says. “The mark of my mate can heal my wolf,” I say, glancing at the both of them interchangeably. The Lycan King scoffs and chuckles. “So I'm supposed to wed a girl who will have the mark of another,” he shakes his head. “Many believe that the death of a mate gives one the opportunity of being marked by another.” I say.

Broad shoulders, gorgeous face and eyes that drew me in. “I'm going to take what's mine, and when this happens you have every single part of the Lycan King.” he said and those words were the perfect words I needed. I wanted power, control and revenge and didn't mind getting pleasure while at it. “Mark me when we are done.” I said, my fingers tracing his tattooed arms. “Desperate to be marked by the Lycan King?” he mocked and my eyes found his shaft in-between his legs. It looked like nothing I could take. Like it would rip me apart with a single thrust.

"This isn't possible." "What is it?" I asked impatiently. "Please talk to me." She looked at the marks and then back at me. "This mark means that you have been chosen." "Chosen by who?" I asked. "The Lycan King."

“I think it’s best if this matter is handled when the Lycan King gets here. He lives for this kind of stuff and some of those sentences are old school.” I was not expecting Dante to say that. The Lycan King gives off the appearance of buttoned-up and serious. “Anything else you think we should wait to do until the King’s arrival?” I asked as neutral as I could. My body was starting to heat up from the inside again. “The marking ceremony. We should do that after he arrives as well. All Lycan packs still hold the same type of marking and mating ceremony.” “You’re ok with that? Waiting that long?” I asked, feeling a little shocked by willingness to wait.