The Lycan King's Secret Daughter Novels & Stories

“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 have our daughter with me, but he has our son. Every day, I ask myself how he is. Is he being treated well? I hope so. He’s the Lycan Prince, after all. The heir they all wanted from me. The sole reason why they accepted me as the king's breeder before. "Abi is already asleep; aren’t you going in?" I heard Jiya softly say behind me. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. "Later," I whispered just enough for her to hear. She sighed and sat beside me. "It’s been years, Selina. Your life is better now. Do you really want to go back to that hell?" Concern was evident in her voice.

The Twin Kings: Caspian and Octavian Vance Prepare to Absorb the Blood Moon Territory. My hands started shaking. I picked up the magazine. The article detailed how the Royal Lycans were coming to collect an old blood debt from Alpha Blackwood. Nathan's father. The article called them the most ruthless executioners in the shifter world. It hit me then. Three weeks ago, in the alley behind the city bar. I had snuck off the territory to breathe, and I watched a man tear three armed rogues apart with his bare hands. I had thrown a glass bottle to distract the last rogue who was sneaking up behind him. He had spun around, grabbing me in the shadows. He breathed in my scent, his golden eyes lockin

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

“Is everything alright?” “Yes, of course!” she said, pouring some milk into my coffee before handing it to me. “He was just looking for information.” “Information?” I repeated, bringing the coffee cup to my lips. “Apparently,” she said, “the Lycan King found his second chance mate last night in Room 14, and she’s disappeared. He’s called for a search until she’s found!” I didn’t realize I’d dropped my cup until I heard it shatter on the floor.

I didn't expect that she would find someone to follow me on the same night. It was so disrespectful. I took out my phone and called Gina. I said, "Are you happy now? How does it feel to know the truth? It feels worse, doesn't it?" "Did Blake tell you? Well, he holds nothing back from you. Stop showing off in front of me. A daughter is nothing. Unless you give birth to his son. A girl can't be the Lycan King," Gina sneered.

However, the rest of the werewolf world happened to be against them, seeing them as a threat that should be eliminated, especially the Lycan king who thought that no one could defeat him. The haunting of the silver wolves began. Due to that, they sought to increase their population, thereby mating with other clans in secret. But when it came to the reign of your father, he realized that he and his sister were the last pure-blooded silver wolves. In a bid to keep to the will of his ancestors, he went about killing the crossbred silver wolves. However, one day, he returned only to meet his sister's lifeless body. Now, he had no other option than to let the crossbreeds live. However, he had wip

And it frightens me how much control he—Ethan—has on me. My door slams open. Hudson stands there, his hair disheveled, a boyish grin at the corner of his lips. “Mr. Grey, I think there's someone you need to meet.” He takes slow strides towards me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “She—” “She?” I ask surprisingly and he nods. “She says she's from your mother.” “You've got to be kidding me.” Hudson laughs, drawing his palm over his face. “I already pictured the expression on your face.” His voice turns serious. “She's the daughter of a Lycan king. She's downstairs waiting.”

“H-how would you know that, Your Highness?” Duncan met his gaze. “Take a seat, Lucas. We need to talk.” •••••••• While the king explained, Lucas’s head was lowered, his face pale and disturbed. “Arianna Greystone bears their blood. Daughter of their fallen goddess… the goddess who gave the Lycans…” Lucas paused, shut his eyes, and ran his fingers through his hair. Another beat of silence passed. Duncan let him digest the news. “Lylah?” Dread filled Lucas’s tone.

he said softly, his voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity, "is this?" Richard stepped forward quickly, his expression tight. "Your Majesty, that is merely my... other daughter. Elena. An omega of no particular importance. I apologize if her presence offends…" "Offends?" The Lycan King's eyebrow raised slightly. "Why would she offend me?" The question hung in the air, loaded with implications that made my father stumble over his words. Kieran moved to stand protectively in front of me, his body shielding me from the lycan king.