The Lycan Kings Fearless Little Warrior Novels & Stories

I’ve been keeping my eyes shut because I’m too afraid to see the things that dwell in this place. Open your eyes. You are a Lycan king. You don’t give in to fear. There’s nothing here you can’t handle. What are they going to do? Kill you? You’re already dead. Roaring loudly, I rip my eyes open.

I will still curse you Caesar because you ruined everything I had planned I swear I wouldn't leave you alone if you failed in the thing I did because of you. Mariana Delano Montenegro POV (This part is from Mariana's point of view and on her tongue) tell you today a very strange and sad story at the same time. There were many kingdoms of the paranormal and differed according to their species, there were Lycans, werewolves, witches, vampires, demons, ghosts and monsters. It was creating countless kingdoms Never and those kingdoms were completely hidden by some magic and the kingdom of the Lycans and the witches were the strongest of all among all these kingdoms and in the kingdom of the Lycan

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.

He was ‘protecting his heritage', according to him. I left the privacy of my room to welcome them, and the villagers had assembled too, singing the praises of our warriors. The outcries of exultation filled the air, and soon the courtyard was full of people. Suddenly, a horn blared shrilly, announcing the arrival of my father, the Lycan King. He was also an Alpha, but he preferred to be referred to as royalty, his pride unquantifiable. The people split into two, creating a path for their king to come through, and as soon as he had begun his walk of glory, the villagers resumed their cheering in honour of my father. He was a proficient warrior and his wolf had fur as black as the night, his m

"The Lycan King of the North." A stunned silence followed. Matamoros shot me a surprised glance, disbelief written on his face. "The Lycan king you say?" I repeated. The witch's nod confirmed her suspicion. "Yes, he is. He's the same one. Why do you ask? Is there a problem?" I questioned in a defensive tone. Matamoros voiced disbelief etched all over his features, "Leonidas is the Lycan King,please tell me this is a joke " The witch's gaze turned piercing as she questioned, "Is he the one who you want to strike with madness?"

“THEY KILLED HIM, AND YOU'RE JUST THERE LIKE A COWARD, CRYING. THEY HURT YOUR KIN, HOW CAN YOU NOT REACT?” I raised my eyes to meet his gaze. “YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN ME FROM THERE; CONAN WOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOUR WEAKNESS. “CALL HIM BRAVE, KNOWING THAT YOU ARE COWARDICE INCARNATE!” Roaring impatiently, King Lycan stared at me with fiery eyes. His harsh words ignited a fury in my chest. “Alpha?” I growled through my fangs, making him stare at me firmly. “We're going to kill them one by one, very slowly!”

"Friendship and empty assurances are not my concern. That is not who I am. My path is forged by actions, not mere words. Allow me to share a story with you, one that reveals the resilience of a Lycan king." As Lucian's words reach my ears, a part of me can't help but be intrigued. What story does he hold within his grasp? Would it be enough to convince the pack members? His tone carries an air of detachment, reflecting his stoic nature. “There was once a Lycan king, a figure of unparalleled strength and unshakeable determination. He faced insurmountable hardships and waged wars with unwavering resolve. Countless battles left him marked and scarred, but he remained unyielding in his fight for

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.

“I'm a Lycan king and the Lycan Kings are aggressive and cruel, Mother!” Crossing her arms she gave me a sympathetic look. “Then you will learn how to be kind and passionate or lose your mate,” she stated simply causing me to furrow my brow at her being so blunt.

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.