Novel & Cerita The Lycan Kings Army

Hector replied. I didn't know much about werewolf and Lycan politics but I did find it odd to hear that the Lycan kingdom, especially the king of the Lycans would be visiting the Lily of the Valley pack. Lycans were like distant cousins to werewolves but it did not mean that they liked us. Both species hated themselves. So hearing my father talking about receiving the Lycan king with glee made it seem like I was missing something so I stopped eating and listened instead. This was probably the first time that I had taken interest in the matters of the pack. "How are the pheasants we are breeding?" My father asked Hector. "We have to make a good impression and what better way to do that than t

I deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.

So now, an equally imposing Lycan was standing beside the Lycan King. But I didn’t care. My focus was on the Lycan King— Cayden can have his brother. For tonight, the Lycan King dies I grew my fangs and growled fiercely into the air, and just then, Daniel and the other warriors trailed in through the secret door. The warriors with him were a mix of some of my Reignile warriors and most of the Trencher warriors. The Lycan King veered his gaze to them and smirked since he already knew they were coming. “And let’s welcome these wise ones.” He said tauntingly, expecting me to respond but then I was done talking.

It was about guilt too. “I just can’t be there, your majesty. Please. I don’t want to embarrass myself or you,” I explained in between sobs. “You can’t embarrass me anymore. You already did years ago, you murderer!” A knock on the door interrupted us. The door swung open and Keon stepped in. He looked puzzled at the scene before him. I wiped the tears off my eyes immediately. “What is it, Keon?” Finn asked. “The Lycan King of the Ironclaw pack just arrived,” he replied.

Celia and I need to remain as sane as we can — with the looming threat of Bianca over our shoulders — in order to get through this harrowing period. Movement catches my attention. I turn towards the tree line, ready to fight whoever may come after Celia and I. I walk past the car, narrowing my eyes at the trees. Lycan soldiers emerge from the darkness. They hold their assault rifles and their uniforms are a deep black color with purple accents, blending into the forest night. “Alpha King?” one of the men calls out. “Yes,” I call back. My fists ball at my sides, prepared for whatever may come my way.

Whichever one it was, he was sure they had already won this war. “I dare your beloved white wolf to show herself," the Lycan King continued, scanning the soldiers who looked on in anguish, then said in a dangerous voice, “or forever submit to me!" Alpha Thane and Jared stepped forward, growling and showing their fangs. Their stance meant they were out for blood. They advanced toward the lycan king but were immediately blocked by other lycan soldiers. Without a care and with the fury raging inside them, they lunged at the lycans, and a rather short fight broke out.

She took another sip of wine, using the moment to collect herself. "And you?" she asked. "What does the formidable Lycan King do when he's not ruling a kingdom?" "Sleep," I echoed her earlier response, gratified when it earned me another small smile. "But truthfully? I read. History, primarily." "Any particular period?" "The Migration Era fascinates me. When our kinds first established territories and governance structures." I leaned slightly closer, lowering my voice. "The historical accounts are woefully incomplete. Most official texts suggest a natural separation of species, but primary sources tell a different story."

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

Tolerate more of his insolence? "We do what we do best. Protect him at all cost. For some reasons. I don't have a good feeling about this new Lycan King." 'Neither of the Lycan Kings has never been to any good.' "In that case, we better prepare for the worst." - The arrival of the Lycan King, a hulking brute named Kaelen, was announced with a fanfare that felt ostentatious, even for our pack. He was all sharp angles and predatory grace, his eyes were a set of intelligent amber.

One of the older council members whispered under his breath, though everyone could still hear him. “The Lycan King…” My heart skipped. For a moment, I thought I had misheard him. Lycan… King? The words rang loudly in my mind. Slowly, I turned my head and looked up at Luciano. He stood beside me as if none of this mattered. As if the entire council standing in front of him meant nothing. The realization slowly sank into my chest like a stone dropping into deep water. Luciano wasn’t just an Alpha. He was something far above that.