The Secret Heirs Of The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"The frequency changed. Something new in it. I didn't allow myself to name it until I was certain." She looked at him for a long moment. "And now you're certain." "Yes," he said. The wind moved between them, cold and unhurried. "So this is the part," she said carefully, "where the Lycan King informs me of his intentions regarding his heirs." "Kia,"

His skill in battle helped him become well-known, and at the mercy of the Moon Goddess, he became the respected leader to protect the rights and freedoms of his people after the long ordeals and battles. His journey to becoming the formidable lycan king he was today was marked by transformation and trials. Once a young and impulsive warrior seeking glory in battle, his path shifted when he encountered a wise and influential lycan elder who recognized his potential. Guided by his mentor, he began to develop the qualities of leadership and diplomacy, ultimately earning a place as a trusted advisor to the king.

Isla's plan made sense if we could build up an army of true Moon Goddess followers Zeeb won't stand a chance. “The prophecy of the Lycan King begins.” Isla smiled.

" My face lightens up immediately and there is a sparkle of hope and excitement in my eyes upon hearing her words. Damon wanted me to eat with him. That had never happened before! I wondered at the sudden change of heart, knowing too well how much he even hates the sight of me, but all other doubts were subdued by my excitement. I dismissed her and quickly went ahead to get dressed, feeling giddy and happy that I was going to be having dinner with Damon– something he had never agreed to. He was someone who mostly enjoyed his own company and privacy. So It was a really big deal. As I stepped into the courtyard, I took notice of the Omegas and Pack warriors that surrounded the area; going abou

Aiden would never apologize. He came towards me, sending my body into a state of frenzy. My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. "L-Lycan?” I stuttered. "Yes, King.” He replied, completely missing the point. I've heard a lot about the Lycan king. He was ruthless, and didn't care about anyone but himself. He has several women at his beck and call. The only good thing I heard was that he was good looking…and they were fucking right.

“No one has ever explained why. I deserve to know.” Adrian stared down at me, his jaw working as he wrestled with himself. I recognized that look. My father used to wear it every time I asked about where my mother was from, or about the mark, or my wolf. That agonizing pause where someone decides you aren't strong enough for the truth. I wanted to scream at him. I wasn’t a child. “Don’t hesitate, I deserve to know.” "This involves secrets of the Lycan royal family," he said finally. "Secrets that I don't know the full details of. It would be better if you didn't know either. Because everyone who should know is dead."

She turns me around, slides her hand on my cheek and whispers. “Don’t give up yet, Izzy. I contacted the new Lycan King. He is coming Izzy, he is coming to save us… Please hold on just a little longer…” My heart seems to miss a beat and something stirs within my head when Kyria mentions the new Lycan King and that he is coming, but I don’t think I have that long left within me. Kyria snaps her head toward the door, leans over and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before turning me back around and then she disappears. My heart sinks as I hear his voice.

“Please, Damon… Go home. Nothing you say would make me come along with you. Let me stay here.” The words felt like arrows piercing through the Lycan king’s chest. “How about Hector? He’s my son, too. This isn’t just something you can decide on unilaterally.” Harper knew he was right. The child she’s protecting has been imprinted with the Lycan king’s blood. Soon, he’ll grow up to be the pack’s heir… and ten or fifteen years from now, akin to the Lycan king throne. She can’t deny that fact. She can’t just claim Hector to be her own.

“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.

For my sake, I hoped he wouldn't. In front, I could sight a man suitly donned.Tall and muscular. Despite my veil, his charm and dazzle under the lights couldn't be missed. His high nose stood firm and straight atop of his rigid face. His grey eyes are strikingly beautiful. But there was something in them. Just something that eluded my understanding. As I got closer to him, I could feel his strong aura and I needed not to be told he was the Lycan king. Derrick Kings.