The Lycan Kings Army Novels & Stories

"The real king. Not the echo we faced in the fortress. Not the shadow we bound in the tomb. The first Lycan king. He is coming." We rode north at dawn. The scouts had reported a massive force moving through the mountains—not the twisted wolves, but something else. Lycans. Hundreds of them, perhaps thousands, their fur dark, their eyes red, their claws extended. They moved in formation, like an army, like wolves who had been waiting for this moment for centuries. At their head, a figure in black armor, a crown of thorns on his head. The Lycan king.

Until the supernatural and mortal world was safe again. After tearful reassurances, they settled with their mates. He pulled Mish to his lap, embracing her securely, and wiping her tears. His heart, beating for her, squeezed in pain. Her nephews and niece meant a lot to her. To them. Mounted on the walls were cinema-like screens. Alexander, the Lycan King had called for an emergency council meeting. Lucas, the Dragon King had started to extrapolate, presenting hard shreds of evidence. They were prepared to go to war. Four powerful kings could not be stopped by elders. He had the second-largest army in all of the realms, hardened soldiers, integrated with the wolves, waiting at his command.

The door was sent flying in the air, hitting against the wall and reducing into pieces of dust. " How dare you touch her with your dirty hands?" Brendon roared, breathing furiously, his eyes were bloodshot red giving off a murderous melody. " Leave her you bastards!" He roared, and there was a disastrous interaction of lightning waves. It was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open. After a few seconds the light beams disappeared, from there walked a huge beast like werewolf. No , not a werewolf but a Lycan King. The legendary beast who was king of werewolves. I have only heard this from other slaves during my time in prison but witnessing it with my eyes sends shivers down my spines.

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

I might say, "isn’t it ironic?" "Nanny Daniele had explained to me that long ago, when the Lycan were known as powerful, cold, and wicked tyrants who ruled over the wolves, a treaty was made that one of the werewolf high born was to be married to the Lycan king's son, my father, but he wasn’t like the others, he doesn’t have the killer instincts, but he was ordered to take a bride anyway." Killian shrugged as he took out a bottle of wine and poured it into a cup. He noticed Brynn hadn’t moved an inch, but he knew she was listening attentively to everything he was saying.

I sighed, "If I only become Queen there, then what will I do? Living in the palace alone. That dusty field is not beautiful at all." Dominic laughed, his hand patting the steering wheel repeatedly. Meanwhile, Thalita was curious and asked me to take her there. How can I bring her, because we are not traveling? Bringing her is the same as me delivering her to the gate of the afterlife. "Lucan takes you to the battlefield where the Lycans will kill traitors or werewolves who don't want to submit to him. The Lycan hierarchy is very clear and ruthless. They don't hesitate to overthrow the King if the opportunity arises. Just like your father, the fierce and brave sigma did step forward to take t

"I understand, Klay. I am sorry for keeping this to you. We want you and the kids to grow up normally. We thought that nothing like this would happen again because the Scarlet Pack has been protecting our town for the past years. They already put the Crimson Pack to its proper place, but it seems like they will not stop until they get what they want." "Scarlet Pack?" I raised my brow. "Who are they? And, this Crimson Pack?" "It's a pack where Rozen belongs. His father is the current King of the Lycan and he is the legitimate heir. However, his half-brother proclaimed himself to be the king of the lycans, declaring war to each pack if they will not give them support. Since the war decades ago

He said finally with great effort. “And what makes you think it’s none of my business?” I rose to my feet and walked towards him, Tyler stared up at me with bewildered eyes. “Maybe you don’t seem to realize that the tables have turned, Lycan king. I can crush you with a snap of my finger, I can take that stupid crown you wear as the Alpha King and dispose of any position you hold in your pack.” I said fiercely. “Don’t mess with me.” As I turned my back to him, Liam rose angrily to his feet, and immediately, about ten guards surrounded him, each holding a sword to his throat. I stared at him murderously from the corner of my eyes.

Dal left the room. Cyrus gazed out the window—having had his back to it until now—and let out a long sigh. He had long suspected this would happen. His cousin had coveted the throne for ages, believing it was his birthright. The Lykort Pack was one of the oldest in the world, renowned since ancient times for harboring the Lycan monster. A pack possessing the Lycan monster became the strongest, automatically ascending to the status of the ruling monarchy. The pack leader was an Alpha, if that Alpha also harbored the Lycan monster within, he would automatically become the King of Werewolves—the Alpha of Alphas. Cyrus and Frederick belonged to the Lycaros family, the ancient lineage that held t

“The Lycan king will be here by noon, and the presence of everyone is needed downstairs. The order insists we all welcome him in the next 20 minutes." The person said and then I recognized the voice, it was the head maid. As luck would have it, she didn't come in, she only spoke from the door. I cleared my throat, attempting to steady my voice. "I'll be there shortly," I managed to reply, my voice strained. This was the first time I'll be meeting someone so powerful especially the Lycan king, so I would try my best to look presentable. His reputation for being extremely cruel and vicious was well-known across the entire kingdom. People had heard many stories about his lack of mercy or kindne