The Lycan King's Mate Ava Novels & Stories

My lips found hers as I allowed her to have a taste of her salty self. As much as I want to find Ava. I wasn't concerned about whatever feelings I had for her anymore. Rather, I only needed her for treasure prophecy. If truly she was the treasure, then it's the only way to be the next Lycan King. To rule the world. The power that comes with it. The fame. The glory. Just then, the door flung open revealing Lucan again. Covering Nora with the bed sheet quickly, I reprimanded Lucan in anger.

When she just looks at me expectantly, I straighten up and continue, "It's where the next Lycan King of the Raven Solstice Kingdom would be chosen, and candidates must duel to get the title." "Yes, and we as servers must conduct ourselves so as not to mess up that occasion." I just nod, blinking to let my eyes adjust to the bright lights. To be honest I don’t know why the Princes have to beat each other up to get the title, and I don’t know why they’re called ‘Lycans’ either. All I know is that it must be a gig for the rich people, because I have been in school and they never taught us that. We as servants just go with it.

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.

Knowing what she had been through made her strong and shine with a different beauty, she was born to be a queen. She wasn’t Derek’s Queen yet. Yes, they had marked each other, but Lycans could still choose a mate even if they find their fated mate. I would not force her to come with me, but I will make damn sure that I try to win her over. I could be a bastard, but I would never take someone else’s mate away from them unless they wanted to come.

She took a sit besides Ava. Since childhood, she wasn't good in making friends. The only friend she has is Ava. She tried to make new friends but always failed badly. "Alright let's start the game then." Mason said and spinned the bottle. Everyone cheered loudly. Thea smiled. May be she can try to make some good friends during this trip. But what she didn't knew was that instead of making some good friends, she will wake the sleeping lycans up. She didn't knew that she will become the cause of awakening of the King of lycans. ***

AVERY I steal a glance at King Striker. His expressions match his words. Shock and confusion fill the faces of the others too. Instinctively, I scoff and glare at Dustin. He held back information again. “ Mate? Did you meet your mate in the South, Ava? ” Nora gasps, her eyes widening and flickering towards Dustin. As usual, my brother doesn’t care even if his lies come to light. He is just that unbothered. “ Well, didn’t my brother tell you that Aleister Anasazi…the Lycan King of the South… ” I turn to the others again and trail off.

a woman's voice inquired. Who was she? Oh, my God. She was stunning and elegant. She looked exactly like a goddess. "Yes, Mother, we are here." Mother, she was their mother. She was so gorgeous. "Who is this young lady?" she implored. "This is Ava. She is our mate, Mother," Ethan murmured. "Ava, this is our mother, the Queen of the Lycans." "You're what?" the Lycan King roared. He was powerful. His roar echoed through the throne place. He stood up from his throne and walked directly to me.

I said, knowing that she couldn't speak through the pain. But to my surprise, she tried to get up again, determination etched on her face. "I won't let you hurt anyone else," she gasped, still trying to catch her breath. I laughed, amused by her spirit. "You think you can stop me? I am the Lycan King, and I am unstoppable." Ava glared at me, defiance still burning in her eyes. "I may not be able to stop you alone, but I can certainly try," she spat.

"I abolished hybrid slavery three weeks ago. Your purchase is worthless." "You can't just..." "I'm the Lycan King. I absolutely can. And she's not property, she's my mate." "Your mate? A hybrid? Please. She's breeding stock at best, good for labor and entertainment. But I'll take her off your hands if you don't want..." He doesn't finish. I shift. Instantaneous with clothes shredding and body exploding into wolf form. My jaws close around Kullen's throat before he can scream. I bite down hard and feel his windpipe crush, vertebrae snap, and blood flooding my mouth.

“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.