The Lycan Kings Fearless Little Warrior Novels & Stories

Christopher went to round up the other vampires to let them know it was time to go while Kingston rushed off to do god knows what. "The lycans from the Lycania kingdom are said to have the most skilled fighters. If they can groom the boy and make him stronger then so be it. I will leave him to the fleas if it means he comes back home a man. I cannot believe I fathered a child so weak," Tomas complained. "Let's just get out of this zoo. My throat is getting parched."

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

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.

He was surrounded by a group of Lycans, their faces twisted with malice. “You think you can take my throne?” Lucian sneered. “You’re nothing but a weak little omega. And when I’m done with you, no one will even remember your name.” I tried to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, I felt a surge of energy, and suddenly, I was no longer afraid. I stepped forward, my eyes glowing with a fierce light. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice echoing with power. “I am Yolanda Edwards, mate of the Lycan King. And I will not be defeated.”

"I looked at her with displeasure. I know I should be happy, not to doubt it, I am very happy. But at the same time, I am also scared. Hunter and I are world's apart. Him being an alpha, and I a weak Omega. I wonder what people are going to say, the hatred and rejection I will get. "So long as he loves you, and is willing to support you. I don't think that you have anything to be scared of" Rory reminded me. She always knew whatever was on my mind, before I even got the chance to say it.

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

Considering Alexander’s men are great fighters, they fought valiantly amidst the struggles from the toxin that fogged their senses. From the enemy’s perspective, it may seem that the warriors are outnumbered. Lycan warriors against ogres and rogues. The large numbers of the enemy didn’t matter. Lycans are not only huge in their beast form, but they are also stealthy, strong, and sharp. That’s why they are called the most fearsome kingdom for a reason. Having said all that, they won. After the fight, most of his men suddenly collapsed and coughed blood, shifting back to their human form.

No one knew the true name of the Lycan King. He was known as the barbarian king to the werewolves. While, the witches called him, the devil incarnate. To his people he was likened unto Apollo, the Sun God. Partly because he was so handsome, all the ladies swooned when he entered into a room. He was the lycan king, the most powerful creature in the realm and the one responsible for putting an end to the Great Supernatural War. It was rumored that no outsider had ever seen his Lycan beast and lived to tell the tale.

His aura does have a golden kind of hue to it, but it’s dull, while Noah’s shine so bright it’s almost blinding. “What are you doing?” Alfred snarls the question. “Forgive us, Father,” Noah says contritely. “Lyric is somewhat new… a reborn Lycan. She is still learning her way, discovering her talents. They… hit at inopportune moments. She’s a memory finder.” Alfred actually pales. “Sh- she is?” Why is a king, a powerful Lycan, afraid of me? I can tell, even with his dulled aura, that he’s still a hundred times stronger and deadlier than I am.