روايات وقصص ضمن The Lycan Kings Fearless Little Warrior

Lucas’ POV I have held the Lycan king title for so many years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equality among all supernatural species. We can heal faster than werewolves. Additionally, a regular Lycan is capable of defeating an alpha. Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species.

They have been growing more and more over the years, recruiting new members. I have been meaning to call a meeting of the council of Lycan kings, which I was their leader. The council is made up twelve Lycan kings, representing the twelve wolf kingdoms. But with my protection pearl going missing and bringing of Vee into my pack, I have been pretty much occupied. Now Vico is sending his men into my lands, I had to nip this shit in the bud soon or I might have another war with half breeds on my hand. “Maybe they know she is a half breed,” that had to be why they wanted her.

He finally looks at me, really looks, and his hand covers mine on his arm. "I'm afraid," he says and the words sound torn from somewhere deep. "Of what? You're the Lycan King. You're not afraid of anything." "I'm afraid of hurting you." His thumb traces circles on my hand. "Everyone I touch, I destroy. My mother died in childbirth like yours. My father turned me into a weapon. I killed him but I became him in the process. Saskia, I destroyed her trying to protect her. And you..." "I'm not Saskia and I'm not fragile."

The Lycan King, the man who ruled a kingdom with an iron fist, was brought low by the sight of three small children. Leo and Maya were awake now too. They sat up slowly, their silver eyes wide as they stared at the man on the floor. Leo, always the protector, stood up and stepped in front of his siblings. He didn't have his wolf yet, but he had the stance of a warrior. "Are you the King?" Leo asked, his voice steady. Killian looked up at him, a single tear finally escaping and tracking through the dust on his cheek. "I am just a man who made a very terrible mistake, little one."

I choked on my own saliva as his voice breathed coldly into my ears, that’s when I realized—he had closed the space between us. My heart hammered against my ribs. I tried not to look scared, but judging from the way his lips curled into a loathing smirk, I knew he had caught that whiff of fear. ‘He could kill you with one breath, Penny.’ My wolf whispered, as if she were afraid the Lycan King could hear her. I ignored her. How could I nudge her into silence when a bigger predator was already hanging my neck on a stake? I forced a slow breath, searching for the words—and when they finally came to me, my eyes gleamed. I parted my lips and spoke.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

Xavier’s voice thundered through the corridors moments later. “Prepare the warriors. Every last one of them.” The palace exploded into motion. Warriors flooded the courtyards. Armor clashed. Weapons were drawn. Orders were shouted across the stone walls. Within an hour, the Lycan King’s army stood ready with hundreds of warriors. The majority of them were Lycans with only a bunch of wolves. All of them deadly. Xavier stood at the front of them all. Silent. Still. But the air around him vibrated with barely restrained fury. Marcus was close to the surface, ready to take the reins.

That was believable. I spent the rest of the day preparing while the village buzzed with excitement for tomorrow’s mating ceremony. By coincidence—or perhaps mercy from the Moon Goddess—the ceremony would happen almost at the same time the warriors departed for Iron Hold. Perfect distraction. The next morning, I forced myself to act normal during breakfast while Father proudly discussed the warriors chosen to serve the Lycan King. Even I was curious about him. No one in the Sunset Pack had ever truly seen the Lycan King. He was more legend than man, ruling from a distant mountain fortress.

“There are forces here that will not welcome you waking up… but for now… you are safe.” Alexander let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling. He looked at the lodge in the distance. He could feel the elders inside, the whispers of the pack, the watching and judging. But for the first time, a small spark of courage lit up inside him. Somewhere in the forest, under the red moon, the strongest omega he had kept hidden for so long had noticed the Lycan King—and felt, perhaps, that he had been noticed in return.

Ronan came out, watching the scene with interest. "Stop!" Ronan suddenly stepped forward. In a blur, he caught what was causing the chaos. To my surprise, it was a little boy no more than seven years old. He was dressed in dirty clothes, his feet bare, with thick black curls tumbling over his forehead in every direction. "Let me go! I won't steal again!" he struggled against the lycan king's grip, but it was tight. The warriors were breathless, glowering, and snarling at the poor boy.