The Lycan King’s Mark Novels & Stories

Nikolai said. What did she do? "I saw two guards coming out of Louis's house with a bag. I didn't know what was going on so I didn't say anything. The same night, I heard about your quarter getting attacked. This can't happen unless your personal guards are ordered to go on a break or are offered a significant amount of money. Which only Darius and Leikos can do. I saw the mark on the men's arms. But the thing is that no one liked Louis. He has always been a pervert. Which meant that the guards I had seen step out of Louis's house with the bag had stolen the branding iron from Louis's house. They used that to mislead you into thinking that the followers of Sacredos were after you. Which they

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

Their hair was wet, their clothes have patches of water droplets, but all in all, they looked clean. “Your turn, love.” – he muttered She frowned. It was the first time he called her that. “What did you just call me?” “I called you love.” She smiled. Couldn’t help it. “I know you’re no longer my queen anymore, but you’re still my love.” She leaned in closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. What has happened to the Lycan king? How come the spoils of war has left him with a sweet bone? “On that note, I’ll go wash myself clean then, love.”

Symphony said as she felt the bond between them grow stronger with every syllable she spoke. She felt the air around them swirl. She saw Alexanders eyes glow red as Dax acknowledged Starlett as his mate and future queen. She waited for Alexander to accept their mate bond, nervously. “I, Alexander David Silverstone king of Lycans, accept you Symphony Marie Greywood, as my mate and future queen of the Lycans.” Alexander said to her. She felt like time had stopped. Starlett had accepted Dax as her mate.

I would be eaten by The Lycan King in one bite and melted in his mouth. Like a child getting his first favorite toy, The Lycan King kept stroking the soft, sweet-smelling treasure until he let it turn from pure white to sexy pink before turning his attention downward. He saw the red mark on my belly. It was unusual, even a little sultry. The end of the mark pointed meaningfully to the bottom of the skirt as if to entice someone to explore it. The Lycan King dropped a soft kiss on the center of the mark, but I screamed, pushed him away, and slapped him.

He marked me. I stood up and searched the cottage. He was nowhere to be seen, and his scent had faded. He was truly gone. I dressed quickly and slipped out of the cottage. The pack house was already awake and bustling with activity. Today was the day. The day the Lycan King would come to claim his bride. The day everything would change. I hurried to my room and changed into my servant's clothes. The mark on my shoulder was hidden beneath my dress but I could still feel it. I could still feel the strange power thrumming under my skin.

I could feel my chest tighten; the pain grew stronger as it surged through my entire spine. She had a mark from her lover; it was not just any mark, it was an Alpha's mark claiming what was his, but it did not end there; the mark was burning red, her entire neck had been bruised, and the mark had grown deeper. She had just been brutally betrayed. “I hear that it is only a Lycan king that has the power to get rid of this mark which I bear” she explained and then wrapped the scarf around the mark again.

the Lycan King said at once, dragging me along with him. "And my slave," he added when he noticed his second's stare linger on me and the mark around my neck. "You bound her?" he muttered, his eyes immediately settling on the mark. "She belongs to me and wanted to run. She dares not. I'll find her wherever she goes," he muttered. "Is your lycan acting again? Didn't you scent her? She's a werewolf. You can't bind a werewolf. You're the Lycan King."

Nathan’s POV. A unique mark that belongs to only the family of the Lycan King! For as long as I could remember, I dwelled on this thought, trying to come up with a picture of how the mark looked like. Racking my head, I tried to remember if I had seen a unique mark on her but there was none. “You shouldn't worry too much about the plague. I know how frustrating it can be to be stuck but I assure you, everything will turn out fine.” The Lycan King said, breaking into my thoughts.

I trailed off, Bram listened in annoyance. “And you’re certain it was him? The Lycan King?” I nodded. I winced as the movement pulled on my wounds. “I saw him, Bram. His eyes… that same peculiar orange. He carved his mark into Gideon’s chest before finishing him. There’s now way I could mistake that.” Bram was silent for a long moment before he opened his mouth to speak again. “So, Dominiko isn’t protected by his castle… that’s definitely news that could affect the pack, greatly.” A smile spread across his face.