The Lycan King's Secret Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

She lands lightly, silently, barefoot, and stands there for a moment, her shoulders back, her chin high, like she owns the darkness. My breath catches, just for a second. She doesn’t even look around. She just runs. Not out of fear. Out of freedom. Her legs move with practiced grace as she disappears into the trees, fast and sure, vanishing down that same path I’ve seen her take before. Towards the human town. Towards the noise and the lights and the place where no one cares who her father is. I stay still. Silent. So that’s who she is. The Lycan king’s daughter, but nothing like him. Running from a life most would kill for. So beautifully, blissfully unaware of what she’s walking into.

“I’ve heard so little about you too. Who are you? Dan’s adopted child?” “Not really,” Rhea smiled, not allowing the insult get to her. “The daughter of the Lycan King, Ghost Damon, the man your father cowers before.” The words came out of Rhea’s mouth faster than she knew and it was only after she said them that she realized how she actually sounded. The last thing she wanted was giving them the impression that she was still on her father’s side and making a reference to how his enemies and allies alike cowered before him wasn’t doing her CV any good.

I had to act quickly. "Try and find out from your brother how he got to meet this... wretched thing," the old man muttered as he shuddered. "We need to get to the root of the matter. A Lycan King being mated to an Omega is one that has never been heard of--"

He and his brother only equaled three. "What do you want with her?" Maxwell stepped aside. His voice had lowered. Something felt special about the Lycan before him. He didn't look usual like the ones they say in textbooks. He looked ancient. "That would be none of your business. Step aside" he pushed Maxwell aside. As he bent to pick Amelia up, Maxwell caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were hidden perfectly well but still, he managed to see them. Maxwell swallowed hard. They were orange. The lycan before him was royalty. Only the leader of the lycans has orange eyeballs whenever they shifted forms to their forms. One could not tell the difference if they were in their human forms but now, i

He added. Luke looked at the disbelief and mockery on the faces of the people and his expression changed, not to that of anger but to that of sadness, his eyes turned red and it seemed tears were welling up in his eyes as he shook his head "I wanted to keep this a secret from everyone for the sake of the old king who was a very good man to me. He did everything for me and he was the best Lycan king I had ever met. After he died, I decided to investigate his death and that was when I found out that the Queen had collided with Kal Fang to kill the king. I was surprised, why would a mother do that to his son? I couldn't believe it so I continued digging and that was when I found out she wasn't

She had left a parting gift. I swallowed the bile in my throat, my hazel eyes turning to absolute flint as I watched the skyscrapers of the human city grow closer on the horizon. I was alone, wolfless, and cast aside by the most powerful man alive but I wasn't empty. Deep within my womb, a tiny, royal Lycan heartbeat was already beginning to pulse. I was carrying his heir and he would never know.

"Milly, Andy still doesn't know you're my daughter, does he? Tell him, and he'll choose you." My father's voice came from the other end of the call. But just thinking of Andy in bed with another she-wolf made me sick. "No, father. I'm breaking up with him. I'll settle everything within a week." My father, the Lycan King William Gomez, sounded overjoyed with my decision. "The council elders have already finished drafting the succession announcement ages ago. Once you come home, you can take over and become the new Lycan Queen at any time."

“My own partner… she died because of that cursed poison. I watched her waste away in agony. In my heart, anyone who supports or protects the Dowager Empress is directly complicit in her murder. I have carried this hatred for years. This is your perfect opportunity, Your Majesty. With the full support of the three elders, you can rightfully seize back control of the entire Kingdom and bring justice to all those who have suffered.” The dungeon fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Then the Lycan King finally spoke. He raised his hand and pointed directly at me — curled up, broken, and barely conscious on the filthy floor. “She is my daughter.” He then turned slightly and pointed toward the o

“I’m not insane, nor am I searching for just any girl my daughter’s age to pour my love into! Gwyneth is a Fire Lycan, just like me, the only other one left in this world besides myself!” For a moment, the king said nothing. “I wasn’t alone at Asterra Lake. Warriors, priestesses, and members of the royal guard witnessed everything. The Moon Goddess herself could not have given me a clearer sign. Believe me or don’t, it changes nothing. I have found my daughter, and I will stand beside her until my last breath!” The king flinched at the fierceness in those words. “I’m seeking the truth, Leora. I never meant to cast doubt on you.”

I clutch the diary to my chest and cry for the woman I never knew, for the child who never drew breath, for Valerian who carries guilt for one death when it was two. "You shouldn't have seen that." His voice breaks behind me. I spin while clutching the diary. He's standing in the doorway. And he's crying. Actual tears streaming down the face of the Lycan King. "She was pregnant?" His voice cracks completely. I nod and can't speak past the lump in my throat. "She was carrying my child?" "A daughter," I manage to whisper. His legs give out. He collapses to his knees like someone cut his strings. The sound that comes from him is pure anguish, raw and animalistic.