The Lycan Kings Fearless Little Warrior Novels & Stories

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

[LYCAN KINGDOM B - OUTSKIRTS - NIGHT TIME] The vast expanse of the Lycan Kingdom stretched out before Zilver and his army, a seemingly endless forest cloaked in the vibrant hues of autumn. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of adventure. Zilver, the formidable lycan king of kingdom A with eyes as sharp as his silver armour, rode at the head of his troops, their horses pounding the earth with each thunderous step. The army moved with a synchronised precision that spoke of years of training and discipline.

she asks. I breathe a laugh, surprised by how her mind words. Amber is a funny werewolf. But I’m smiling, so I guess I should be grateful. Her silly antics are giving me a temporary break from the anxiety running loose within my veins. I put on a smile. “What is this, sweetheart?” I look at the rustling bushes, nodding at them. “You don’t think I can take a dragon in a fight?” Her eyes grow huge. “Could you?” “Of course. I’m the Lycan King, remember?” I’m not bragging; I’m merely stating a fact. “I could easily slice this dragon into pieces, but...I suspect that’s not what you want.”

The uproar continued to echo through the Hexon forest, and I was at the center of it all, my gemstone still aglow, and the three Lycan kings stood before me, their expressions unreadable. The one who stood at the center exuded the most authority. His eyes were as blue as the sea, and his hair was white as snow, making him appear cold. Yet this cold demeanor of his could not dampen his godly looks. I went breathless at the sight of him, but I didn’t dare to inhale his scent, for fear that I would latch onto him, igniting his fury.

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.

Cassidy stared blankly at the door the Lycan King exited. He was...overwhelming would be an appropriate word, she decided. His arrogance and blatant disregard of her as a person made her angry. Anger was better than fear. Anger could be used, shaped, molded into something sharp and dangerous. Her ire was a weapon she would forge in secret. "Not that there is any useful application." She whispered to the silent room. He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him.

It was clear this was no warm reception. I swallowed my uneasiness, straightened my shoulders, and strode forward. I had faced many enemies in my lifetime, but Lycan King Logan was a different kind of beast. Ruthless, calculating, and terrifyingly powerful, he was not someone to cross lightly. Yet here I was, summoned like a criminal to answer for my so-called failures.

Hector replied. I didn't know much about werewolf and Lycan politics but I did find it odd to hear that the Lycan kingdom, especially the king of the Lycans would be visiting the Lily of the Valley pack. Lycans were like distant cousins to werewolves but it did not mean that they liked us. Both species hated themselves. So hearing my father talking about receiving the Lycan king with glee made it seem like I was missing something so I stopped eating and listened instead. This was probably the first time that I had taken interest in the matters of the pack. "How are the pheasants we are breeding?" My father asked Hector. "We have to make a good impression and what better way to do that than t

"It's a pack where Rozen belongs. His father is the current King of the Lycan and he is the legitimate heir. However, his half-brother proclaimed himself to be the king of the lycans, declaring war to each pack if they will not give them support. Since the war decades ago, we believe that he's been turning humans into wolves to build an army." "You mean, there will be a war again?" I covered my mouth in shock. "Then, we are not safe. Where should we go---" "Klay, I hate to say this, but wherever you go. The illegitimate lycan king will follow you to get even with Rozen." She held my hand. "You are Rozen's mate and you are his weakness." "But, I rejected Rozen!" I said. "This shouldn't have h

Those who fought in the mother of wars. “A mighty and brave warrior isn’t one who doesn’t get scared. It’s one who walks up to his fear and challenges it head-on! The Lycans are over there reigning terror on the Palace and the people we love with the hopes of extending their claws of cruelty to every stretch of the Reigns, to our villages and towns.” I said, staring around and clenching my fists.