The Lycan King's Secret Daughter Novels & Stories

she said, and Ivy touched her neck. “How do you know that?” Ayla asked her. “Because I'm part of the midwives who were assigned to the Lycan during delivery,” she said with her head bowed. “Is there anything else you would like to tell us?” I asked her. “The Lycan had special powers,” she said. “That's the reason why the King kidnapped, and mated with her. He wanted a daughter,” she said. “Because his first one died?” I asked her.

Her smile widened, sharp as a blade. “Yes,” she said smoothly, her voice now heavy with authority. “You are looking at the oldest daughter of the Lycan King.” She leaned back in her chair, her beauty now edged with danger. Her smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement as she dropped the final stone into the silence. “Olinda Black.”

I paused and closed my eyes. Tears rolled down from my eyes, soaking the mattress. But I did find his grip loosened a bit. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His gaze did not move from mine. "Never meet that man again." "W-What about Lifaya? Will you stay away from her?" He leaned close to my neck and started kissing me. "A-Aron, I asked you something," I said, trying to move my head to look at him. He sat up and looked into my eyes. "She is not an ordinary woman. She is a Lycan; most importantly, she is the daughter of the former Lycan king."

The screaming was too loud that I had to cover my ears completely with both hands in order to avoid being affected. By the time the screaming died down, I saw my mother crying as the Lycan king spat on her. "Where is your daughter?" The Lycan King's voice was loud, clear and brutal. The more he pressed my mother to reveal my secret location, the more my mother denied my very existence in the room. "We will be back," the Lycan King said to my mother before leaving to look for other girls around my age who he wanted to capture and take to his kingdom.

Vlad's jaw clenched and his fork stabbed into the crisp greens and vibrant vegetables, diverting his pent-up energy, into his food. "When has it become a crime to ask questions?" "You can ask questions but try to make it a bit less uncomfortable." "Whatever. Answer my question." "My dad is King Jalen, the Lycan King," Vlad's dad gasped in surprise "Vlad, why didn't you tell me she was the Lycan king's daughter?" Vlad stuttered, not meeting his dad's gaze. "It escaped my mind. She… she's the Lycan king's daughter."

Nathan’s POV. I drove back to my pack with heavy thoughts on whether Lunaria was okay and all of that. How she had screamed and passed out was… I didn’t even know how to say this but it was terrifying. The whole way, I couldn’t stop thinking about Lunaria. She was alive, thank the moon goddess for that. Not only that, but she was the Lycan King’s daughter. How had I not known this before? I didn’t even know anything about any markings on her that was only in the Lycans bloodline but it was surprising that it was a real thing.

But I had not known this. Why did you never tell me? I asked. She laughed, but there was no humor in it. Because telling people you are half-Lycan is a death sentence. The king’s hunters track bloodlines. They kill anyone who carries the ancient blood outside his direct control. She stepped closer, her eyes searching my face. But you—you are different. You are Kaelen’s daughter. The true heir. Everyone in the underground knows. They have been waiting for you to surface. Underground?

he asked. "Valerie Aine James," I replied, biting my lip. Did he maybe, by any chance, know them? He was a vampire so he could be really old and maybe have been friends with my parents? His eyes widened a fraction and my hopes went up. "Nikolai, do you know who Faelern is?" Max asked, jumping to a different topic. "The king of all Fayes," Nik replied. The Fayes had a king? "Did you know he had a daughter?" Max asked him again.

Maybe his Beta. “You really chose her?” the man asked. “She’s stronger than she looks,” the Lycan King replied. “And… she’s not just an Alpha’s daughter.” “What do you mean?” He paused. Then said quietly, “She’s the key to everything.”

~~Axel~~ The assault on me continued until I turned eighteen. Ian, on the other hand, had grown distant, and we barely saw each other. Even after turning me into one of his experiments, our father refused to let Ian become the sole heir to the throne. According to him, Ian had more blood to give, and I had to carry on his legacy as the werewolf king while he ruled as the supreme ruler. Every day was filled with agony, and I felt my life slipping away until it seemed I would die. Average werewolves could never survive what Father put us through—the knife cuts, the whippings, the way he fed our blood to his clones. No werewolf could endure that, no matter how strong. We only survived becau