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We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away. Nobody at the party took the guy seriously, but you know what they say, a drunk man tells no lies. Many people say that the Lycan king is dead. There are many different stories about the Lycan King. Some of the stories say he was a good guy and others say he was this savage monster. It's so many different stories, so many wolves including myself who wasn't around durn the time of the lycan king think that he's only a legend and that most of the stories were made up to scare us as ki

She created destined couples who strengthened each other and their packs after they had claimed each other. The prophecy stated that the Moon Goddess would create or choose a warrior (always female) who would find her mate and lead the deserving packs in a war against the packs that had become tainted and fallen from the Moon Goddesses grace into something twisted and evil. As a result, a Lycan King would rise. While some believed the warrior was the Moon Goddesses daughter, others believed it was someone else, specifically created for completing the prophecy. My pack believed the Moon Goddess would create a warrior specifically for the prophecy. We didn't think she would want her daughter t

Then Suzan continued, "My dad was the Alpha king. He married Dylan's mother first. They were living happily together until Lycans entered their lives. Dylan was only four years old when they attacked the pack. Almost everything was over at that time. My dad didn't know what to do, he tried to save his pack and his family. He was the Alpha so he could not just run away with his family. He tried his best to stop the Lycans. Lycans are the king of werewolves. They are very powerful creatures. They are born to rule the werewolves' world. At that time they did not want our dad to rule the kingdom of the north. The Lycan king tried to attack again but his sister stopped him. She told her brother t

Baring his canines despite still being in his human form, he snarls, "You don't want to mess with me, werewolves." Surprisingly, the wolves back down. Even Nathan takes a few steps backward. "Who is he??" This question rings in my head. "I am The Lycan King, Xander Rollins," his voice booms to the entire forest, spreading his superiority to every animal breathing in the forest. I get chills from hearing his deep, authoritative voice. Somehow, I feel dizzy. "Touch me and there will be war." I can see Alpha Nathan backing down. So do the other two wolves. Everyone knows how powerful a Lycan can be. They say one Lycan warrior can take down three werewolves. And this is the infamous Lycan King!

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

The mating bite on his neck stood openly visible, a deliberate symbol of defiance against the old laws that had sparked this war. Lucien joined him on the tower, his massive frame clad in full black armor etched with silver wolves, the crown of the Lycan King resting heavy on his brow. His golden eyes burned with ruthless determination as he surveyed the approaching threat. The bond between them thrummed strongly, a warm anchor amid the gathering storm, feeding strength from one to the other.

he continued slowly, “would be a mistake.” The words were spoken calmly but the threat beneath them was unmistakable. The warriors shifted uneasily again. Even the council members looked uncomfortable now. No one wanted to challenge a Lycan King. Dane, however, looked furious. “You think your title intimidates me?” he said through clenched teeth. Luciano turned his head slowly and looked at him. The air seemed to freeze. For the first time since arriving, Luciano’s expression changed slightly. Not anger. Something colder.

I looked down at myself and wanted to punch the wall. Everyone in the werewolf world thinks I hate women. They say the Lycan King can't stand to be touched, that he sends brides home in tears, that he has never had a lover because he thinks no woman is good enough. I have let them think it for years. A cold king is feared, and a feared king is left alone. The truth is a lot less impressive.

Killian swallowed thickly, realizing how close to death he had just been. “So you do care for him,” he said. “It seems that even the strongest of werewolf warriors have a weakness for their own. Lycans truly are superior fighters!” The Lycans yelled in agreement, pumping their fists in the air and falling over each other. They stomped their feet, creating a cacophony that shook the walls of the room. The Lycan King shoved Killian forward, towards me. He stumbled, but remained on his feet, coming to a staggering stop in front of me.