The Lycan Kings Fearless Little Warrior Novels & Stories

Kaelen stepped in front of me, his eyes turning a dangerous, dark gold as he prepared to leap into the abyss with us in his arms. Before Lyra could release her arrow, a deep, earth-shaking howl rang out from the dense pine forest across the river valley. Hundreds of heavy, dark figures burst out from the treeline below the cliff a massive army of Lycan warriors wearing the ancient crest of the Northern Resistance, led by a tall, heavily scarred warrior holding a massive silver battleaxe. "NORTHERN WARRIORS!" the chief warrior roared, raising his axe toward the sky. "FOR KING KAELEN! FIRE!" A barrage of heavy silver harpoons shot up from the forest below, slamming directly into the hull of Ly

I flinched at the intensity of his words, making me shut my eyes. I have heard of the Lycan King before, Richard Wilson. He was said to be a powerful King with authority. I felt a shadow blocking my view and I opened my eyes to see him crouching before me. I was a bit startled and moved backward but he held my wrist already.

You will serve the guests tonight her stepmother continued coldly and try not to embarrass this family for once Before Ariana could answer, the large doors of the hall suddenly opened. Every warrior in the room instantly stepped back Fear filled the air. The Shadowcrest royal guards had arrived. Black armor, Silver wolf symbols ,Cold expressions and behind them stood the man people feared most, KING KAEL DRAVEN , THE RUTHLESS LYCAN KING. Ariana's breath was caught in her throat the moment their eyes met , it was Silver

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”

Avalyn said in a strong voice. Vladimir motioned with his fingers and four warriors brought a cage and placed it in front of Ava, a good distance between them. They opened the cage and a mountain lion pounced outside with vigour. Her killing the lion, an enemy to the wolf, symbolized her fighting to protect the pack. Ava let out a growl, challenging the mountain lion to attack her. The lion let out a growl in return and charged at Ava. Why the hell wasn't she shifting?

As a Lycan, my body is always tense and the only thing that cures my sore muscles is a cool shower. I glance at Hazel, who has a terrified look on her face as she glances to the shower. "I'll leave you be. The water is just the way you like it." I don't dare look her in the eye, because at this moment it's like the first time we met. She's absolutely terrified of what I'm capable of. I cannot blame her. I'm terrified of what I'm capable of.

I am not that tired, but I know my men require some sleep to regain their composure. West Wood pack is so small compared to my kingdom. My name is King Morris of the Lycan Kingdom. My men and I are from war where we have acquired all the packs that didn't comply with us, and now we are out here protecting them from a rogue Lycan. Actually, the rogue is my brother Damon, since he couldn't be the successor of the throne after my father died.

"I wouldn't exactly call it being a puppet, it's more like agreeing to some of our suggestions from time to time. No one has any interest in the crown, we all like to be playing from the shadows not playing King, that's boring." "The Luna is the only reason why I haven't smashed your head in by now, you dare to suggest these to me," I said feeling my wolf grow angrier by the minute. "Calm down, anger has always been your main weakness. There are other things I'll point out too. Luke and I have traveled far and wide on your bidding, there's something I've noticed about the other Lycan kings there. They are feared and worshipped because of their strength." He paused here and looked down at my

Says the guard. Lord Xander nods his head and stands up instantly. "I want our next conversation to be better, little fire. While you wouldn't tell me your identity, I will tell you mine. I am Xander, stepbrother to the Lycan king of the Western Bridge Pack. That alone must give you a heads-up." With a smile that could cause anyone's peril, he walks out of the room, and just before he'd leave me alone with just the girl, he orders, "Keep her company, Liliana." ***