Novel & Cerita The Lycan Kings Army

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.

The vampires pounced on any Lycan warrior they could reach and the first thing they went for was their necks. "Kill all the Lycans!" one of the vampires yelled and the other bloodsucking fellows cheered in support. Lycan King Kyle had just reached the entrance of his kingdom and he was met with the gruesome scene. He looked down at the warriors of the blood-sucking race and chuckled, "With this little amount of pale-skinned warriors, you come here to fight me?" Prince Blade levitated, his fingers were long and possessed sharp black claws that were half a meter long.

She smirked instead. Max gave her a short nod. I knew he was still squeamish about the week when the devil had taken over his body and didn't want to say anything that would upset his mate. "He was the leader of the Rebels of all the Vampire Kingdoms. Something like rogues in the werewolf world. But the difference is that they don't support the Vampire-Werewolf Peace Treaty and, unlike most people, aren’t afraid to say it out loud," he told us. "They have taken it upon themselves to kill any and every werewolf that comes their way."

“All the same since the Queen has wholly welcomed you and you will be residing in the palace prior to the time your new home is arranged, she will see to it that all your needs are provided for and make certain that you are adequately taken care of before you can properly stand on your feet.” What is he saying?! “I-I thought that is supposed to be the work of the omegas?” I asked slowly in a way only he could hear. He picked up his glass of wine and swirled as he appraised me, smirking like the devil. “Well, I say so. And...this is the Lycan Kingdom. Here we refer to those as salutary and not fucken omegas!” He spat coldly and swung down his wine in a sweep.

[LYCAN KINGDOM B - OUTSKIRTS - NIGHT TIME] The vast expanse of the Lycan Kingdom stretched out before Zilver and his army, a seemingly endless forest cloaked in the vibrant hues of autumn. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of adventure. Zilver, the formidable lycan king of kingdom A with eyes as sharp as his silver armour, rode at the head of his troops, their horses pounding the earth with each thunderous step. The army moved with a synchronised precision that spoke of years of training and discipline.

"We have been locked in a fierce battle with the rogue pack for more than two days. Our losses are mounting, and I fear the inevitable shedding of more blood if we continue down this path." The weight of her words hit me like a tidal wave. The rogue pack, our long-standing adversaries, had pushed us to the brink "When the Lycan king offered to retreat from the fight, to bring an end to the bloodshed, I had no choice but to agree," she continued, her voice filled with a mix of determination and resignation. I listened intently, absorbing the gravity of her words. The Lycan king, known for his womanizing ways and thirst for power, had become a figure of both fascination and fear in my mind.

Aaron said. “ You still need to run the pack. While the Lycan kingdom is safe because no one dares to attack it, your kingdom is in danger because it is an easy target,” he added. “ I will leave my soldiers here to keep you packed in check,” Aaron said. “ Thank you,” Max said, showing his gratitude. “ Daro, I need you to come with us,” Aaron said, looking at him. “ Sure.” “ get your weapons ready,” Andrew said.

One of the elders, James, adjusted his robe as he stood up, “Alpha, about the banquet that's coming up tomorrow, we heard you've invited the Lycan king. Don't you think that's dangerous?” Kaiden raised his brows, “What do you mean?” James swallowed and said, “Alpha, you must have heard some rumors about the Lycan king, Lord Duncan. People say he's extremely dangerous, and he has the looks of a demon. They say he kills in seconds, and he's extremely skilled while fighting. His name alone instills fear in the heart of people. Do you want to invite such kind of a person to the banquet? What if everyone gets frightened to death!” his voice was laced with fear as he stared at Kaiden.

Lycan King Logan had summoned me to his pack, and I had no choice but to obey. His summons weren’t invitations. They were commands, and refusing him wasn’t an option. Not if I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders. I never expected this deal going sideways. Some Alphas I had invited for the alliances didn't accept it because they were scared of the wrath of the Lycan King.

There is something about him—an authority that demands respect and a quiet menace that warns against challenging him. “ Who are you?” One of the men demands, his voice rough and commanding. “What is your purpose here?” Aleister steps forward, but Dustin raises a hand, silencing him. He moves to the front, his gaze steady on the warriors. “We are the Lycan Kings of the four Kingdoms,” Dustin says, his voice even but carrying a weight that silences the warriors instantly. “And we have come to speak with you.” I sigh, already knowing what’s coming. Sure enough, the warriors’ faces twist into snarls, their bodies trembling as they begin to shift.