The Lycan Kings Fearless Little Warrior Novels & Stories

And still, I forced myself to stay quiet, to breathe steady, to keep playing the game. But the fear? It's starting to win. I glance at the woman driving, her hands steady on the wheel, her eyes dead in the mirror. “Um… Miss?” My voice barely comes out. “Are the Lycan Kings more powerful than you?” I know it sounds stupid. Desperate. But I have to know. If there’s still hope. If they won the fight against these women. Silence. A long one. And then her voice—husky and sharp—cuts through it.

The vampires pounced on any Lycan warrior they could reach and the first thing they went for was their necks. "Kill all the Lycans!" one of the vampires yelled and the other bloodsucking fellows cheered in support. Lycan King Kyle had just reached the entrance of his kingdom and he was met with the gruesome scene. He looked down at the warriors of the blood-sucking race and chuckled, "With this little amount of pale-skinned warriors, you come here to fight me?" Prince Blade levitated, his fingers were long and possessed sharp black claws that were half a meter long.

Awful ones my brothers told me just to be gross, scary ones Mama told me to warn me to be good, and ones I knew were true because those ones were told by Papa. The Lycans were powerful rulers, fearsome overseers of all werewolf territories– so sadistic that Witches had gone as far as to curse them. When the werewolf packs attempted to overthrow the weakened Lycan rule once the old King died, those rebels were brutally and mercilessly slaughtered by the successor– the now-reigning Lycan King Zavan. Most folk did not speak of him openly, as if saying his name would summon bloodshed to their doorstep. But there were always whispers. About how he crushed anyone who dared defy him, about how he b

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

It wasn't the Lycan King. "I can take anything from anyone. You want to insult us Lycans? Insult us. But I will never stand there and have you, a low-life werewolf, raise your dirty little voice at my King. Ever!" he thundered, his veins bulging out of his neck as he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on my throat.

Lycan walked slowly across the cold wooden floorboards, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He was the Wolf King. He commanded a continent of lethal shifters, possessed a treasury that could buy entire nations, and ruled from a fortress of impenetrable stone and iron. If he wanted to, he could wrap Amy in the finest silks in the world, crown her in diamonds, and force the entire inner citadel to their knees before her. But that wasn't what she wanted.

Controlling an Alpha and making them fall at your feet was another level entirely. The Lycan King could bend half the nation at his will. Was that how powerful Lycans were? Or was it just the King? This was a different thing altogether. The man I had refused in front of everyone. The man whose mask I had run from. I could have been standing in that courtyard, verdict made on my pitiful life. Or Hazel's. My legs finally started to move. I walked the rest of the gallery with my head down, delivered the linen to a startled laundry maid, and didn't say a word to anyone.

She is such a fascinating human. “Yes,” I replied. “Please allow me to explain. Lycans are more like humans but possess divine power. We can just say we are humans blessed with the ability to transform into wolves anytime. We have packs instead of cities where a king governs each pack. Amongst all the kings, there is a supreme king called the lycan king, who rules over all the other kings with his supreme Luna.” “Wow! It sounds exciting but also a bit frightening,” she remarked with a sparkle in her eyes.

The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side.