The Lycan King’s Mark Novels & Stories

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.

they responded in unison. “Then get out of my sight.” The guards scattered immediately. “Father?” Lyka’s voice came lightly as she approached, now dressed in something simpler but still elegant, her composure intact. “Some of the guests are leaving. We should at least see them off.” Ryan barely acknowledged her at first, his thoughts elsewhere, until something clicked suddenly. He straightened. “The Lycan King,” he said sharply. “Where is he?” Lyka blinked, confused. “The Lycan King? I didn’t see him.”

I flinched at the intensity of his words, making me shut my eyes. I have heard of the Lycan King before, Richard Wilson. He was said to be a powerful King with authority. I felt a shadow blocking my view and I opened my eyes to see him crouching before me. I was a bit startled and moved backward but he held my wrist already.

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

“I hate a mate, Allister. You know this.” Allister gave me a menacing look and I knew then I had made a mistake. He stood up and got into my face. Not putting his hands on me unlike usual. “That pathetic mutt is not your mate, Seraphina. I am. You are to be my Queen. I am the Lycan King and what I say supersedes any alpha.” This couldn’t be happening. Lycans were in fairy tales. They weren’t real. Yes in fairy tales they had the power to make the decision to mark whom ever they wanted. Even those who were marked. But they had to have good reason in order for the mark to take.

The mating bite on his neck stood out vividly, a dark mark against the silver sheen of moonlight on his skin. Lucien propped himself on one elbow beside him, golden eyes dark with satisfaction and lingering hunger. At fifty, the Lycan King was still every inch the powerful alpha — broad shoulders, hard muscle, and that commanding presence that made Caelan’s pulse race even after all these years. A thin sheen of sweat coated his chest, highlighting old battle scars that had never faded.

I stare unable to believe that a woman as smart as she could believe in something as superstitious as visions. "I admit I have done my research on it but was never sure, I couldn't just make claims that you were a king based on 'a dead man's visions'," She air quoted and mimicked my voice. "or my gut feeling, if anything I had pushed the thought away and sealed it in a box till I saw the marking on your body.” She stood and got a big dusty book off the shelf and placed it before me. “When I was younger, I always asked my father about the beautiful birthmark he had in his right eye, I always wondered why it was there and one day he told me, it was a marking to symbolize that he was special an