Novel & Cerita The Lycan King’s Mark

“You are lying. If you are telling the truth, prove it to me. Where is your mark?” Ah, the mark. That mark proved someone was your mate. I will bear the Lycan King’s mark if he bites me on my neck. That bitten part would be burning, and when it healed, it would leave an invisible mark enough to tell the other unmated males to back off.

“That is not possible.” She nodded once, her expression tight. “It should not be.” A cold chill ran through me, “What kind of markers?” I asked, though something inside me already knew the answer. She met my gaze, and there was no avoiding it now. “One belongs to the Ironblood Alpha line,” she said. My breath caught. “And the other…” she paused, as if struggling to find the right words. “The other is older. Stronger. It carries the signature of the Lycan King.”

“It means bad luck and great trouble. It also means that power is not allowed. The stories say a human born with that mark is not a slave. They are something else. They’re meant to change the world and bring ruin to the Lycan Kings, it’s the only thing said to break Lycan rule. So, anyone with that mark is officially a threat to the Lycan Kingdom.” “Ruin? But I’m just me. I’m Elvanya and nothing more. There’s nothing special about me, i was sold for bread. There’s no way I can bring ruin.” “It doesn’t matter who you are. It matters what the mark means. It’s a sign of war, of the Lycan rule’s end. A curse to them, a weapon. They will destroy the weapon if they find it.” I shivered cold inside

I leaned forward and my lips brushed across her warm, soft cheek, stealing a kiss. I pulled back, looking over her. Her chest rose and fell gently with each sleeping breath. My eyes traveled up her chest and to her neck, where her mark from Liam sat visible, dark on her skin. I ran a finger over it. I doubt she was very fond of it, after leaving Liam. No matter what, I would give her a new one and make her my own. If I marked her, and stole her away, I would have the trump card. What did the Lycan King care about more? He’d be at my mercy.

He said in a hoarse voice, Joan could barely hear him. Liam was already on the edge because it was taking too long to mark her. Kissing her only father ignited everything, he wanted more, but he didn't know if she was ready for it. Marking a human was different from marking a lycan. He still remembered the state Alice was in when Devon had marked her. What if he hurt her badly in the process? Things were different frforim too. He wasn't just an ordinary lycan, he was the king. He couldn't just mark Joan, marking her would automatically mean they would have to have a royal wedding, according to the lylocalraditions. A royal wedding was the last thing on their agenda right now. Joan would have

I have been clueless about a lot of things. "I can explain," she says in one breath. "But that isn't important right now. You need to understand that marking for us is sacred. It doesn't just happen to anyone, most especially the Lycans. Theirs come with precision, so if Darian marked you, even by accident, it means something.” “It doesn’t mean anything.” I feel a knot working its way to my throat. “He left me here. He walked away like I was nothing, after …. I probably am nothing. Hell, I couldn’t even keep Archer to myself.”

The royal mark on her forehead shone brighter, a beacon of hope and promise. As the cheers continued, Athena's gaze met Tristan's, their eyes burning with a shared future. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of their bond and the promise of a kingdom. Lady Eirlys's voice filled with reverence as she explained the ancient prophecy. "A royal mark on a true heir's forehead signifies the return of our lineage's power." Her eyes shone with tears, reflecting the weight of history. Athena's eyes widened, her mind reeling with the revelation. "I'm a direct descendant of the Lycan kings," Lady Eirlys revealed, her words dripping with significance.

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.

“How sure are you of such claims? We’ve been selling omegas and slaves for years already, and none of them was ever claimed by the Lycan King. I think that this one is just a regular woman.” Declan waved his hand frantically. “That was before. This is different! I got the Lycan King’s mate!” “And how did you get her? What makes you think that she was the Lycan King’s true fated mate and not someone else’s?” another rogue asked. “Because she is the one whom King Dominic had marked as his. I know this for sure because she was my wife once. I know how he marked her, I know the exact scent that he left. It was unmistakably the King’s mark.”

Alexander looked at him but said nothing. Marcus’s smile twitched. “Nothing to say now? Good. I like you better when you remember your place.” Alexander heard the words, but he held them away from his heart. Caleb had told him not to let them own his anger. He searched for Caleb without turning fully and found him at the edge of the field. The Lycan King stood still beneath the red banners, his amber eyes fixed on Alexander. That gaze did not comfort him in a soft way. It held him steady like a hand pressed against his back.