Novel & Cerita The Lycan Kings Army

When I got back to our apartment, Lukas and Henry were already sleeping, being tired myself I changed up and joined them. The next morning we prepared to leave and I ignored both Isabella and William and waited in the car for them while they spoke to William When they were done we left for the conference, when we got there it was in a big ballroom where everyone sat and waited for the Lycan king The Lycans were the head of all the packs, they gave the orders, they are a much higher breed of wolf with advanced abilities, we waited for twenty minutes before two tall good-looking men walked in making everyone go silent.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

His case was so strange, I don’t even remember what happened after he carried me up to our bedroom that day. Did we have sex? Was sex the key to unlocking the disease? If that were the case, then all three kings would be dead by now. A shiver runs up my spine at the thought of waking up one day to find all three of them in the same condition as Jonathan. That would just be traumatizing. Plus, I doubt I can hide from the wrath of two powerful kingdoms at once. Or does it have something to do with the fact that they are Lycans? Lycans are known to be far stricter than we wolves.

Lucas’ POV I have held the Lycan king title for so many years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equality among all supernatural species. We can heal faster than werewolves. Additionally, a regular Lycan is capable of defeating an alpha. Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species.

The dawn was just breaking over the Blackstone Pack’s grounds, casting long shadows across the assembled crowd in the courtyard. The elders of the Lycan Council, each draped in ceremonial robes that bore the insignia of their rank, stood alongside King Alaric. The Lycan King’s presence alone cast an aura of solemn authority, his silver gaze steely and unyielding. Kane stood by his father’s side, his own expression unreadable yet tense, his protective stance making it clear that his support lay with Lyra.

Never bow to the beast we call King, the one responsible for my coven's massacre, burned my family into ash and called it justice. Yet here I was, being offered as meat to the monster that ruled us all. The throne stood mighty, looking like something carved out of darkness itself, and on it, dressed in black and gold, sat the king. Lucien Valemont. The Lycan King. Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming, cold, and intense. His face was unreadable, chiseled like it had been sculpted. But it was his eyes that took me off balance. They were hard green. Sharp as a knife.

“ A group of Lycans appeared... out of nowhere. They were strong and fast. Almost like they’d been waiting for her to arrive. We don’t know where they came from. But they weren't rogues.” I turned the spout to the next rosebush. “They wore black armor. No colors. No bandanas. No crest. Except.. ” Her voice trembled slightly. “Except what?” My jaw clenched. “Who were they?” She swallowed. “They had on the royal regalia, Luna. They are from the House of the Lycan King. It is the same sigils Lord Dante’s men wear.” My fingers froze on the watering can handle. House of the Royal Lycans... Which meant..

Xavier’s voice thundered through the corridors moments later. “Prepare the warriors. Every last one of them.” The palace exploded into motion. Warriors flooded the courtyards. Armor clashed. Weapons were drawn. Orders were shouted across the stone walls. Within an hour, the Lycan King’s army stood ready with hundreds of warriors. The majority of them were Lycans with only a bunch of wolves. All of them deadly. Xavier stood at the front of them all. Silent. Still. But the air around him vibrated with barely restrained fury. Marcus was close to the surface, ready to take the reins.

“You’re a king and the last of your kind.” “This still doesn’t make sense.” I shook my head finding it hard to digest the information I had received. "If anything lycans are extinct." "That's what everyone believes but before my great grandfather, grandfather, and father were killed they shared a secret only they kept with me." She said. "They told me the reason why they were so strong, everyone believed they were just very skilled werewolves but that wasn't the case, they were lycans descendants of the great king Alexander."

The highway to the capital was wide open. "Legions!" King Dmitry’s voice thundered across the valley, his Alpha authority dropping over the surviving battalions like a physical hammer that shattered the remaining resolve of the enemy. "Harvest the ruins!" The response from the Northern Legions was immediate and terrifying. From the edges of the basin, seventeen thousand heavily armored Lycans let out a unified, blood-chilling roar that echoed off the surviving peaks. They didn't shift into common wolves. They remained in their towering, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, their eyes glowing a fierce, predatory crimson as they surged over the smoking ruins of the collapsed wall, their massive iron bro