Traded To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

facing him eye to eye until I felt pain in my bite marks. I held my back and was almost bending my knees when Rozen caught me in his arms. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned. "Yeah." I lied, because the more the man looked at me the more the pain in my back killed me. "It's finally nice to meet you, Ms. Klay Rose Green." The man handed his hand to me. "I am the current lycan king."

”It’s hard to risk money for something that isn’t guaranteed. Declan cleared his throat before answering him. “Yes sir. That’s what happened to me and her. I married this woman first, but the Lycan King seduced her and made her leave me. Now he has forgotten her completely, and I have no choice but to sell her to make a living for us.” “So, the Lycan King doesn’t care about her anymore? You’re saying that if he finds out that she is here, he won’t come after her?”

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.

Reiner's tears continued to fall, each droplet a testament to the depth of their connection, the pain of impending separation becoming almost unbearable. With great effort, Zeke continued, his voice growing softer but filled with conviction. "Reiner, I want Azure to take my place as the next Lycan King. She possesses the strength, wisdom, and compassion to lead our pack into a new era. I have no doubt that she will honor our legacy and protect those we hold dear."

I hold on to that feeling, letting it warm me from the inside out. “I’m Archie Gray. Lycan King of the North.” My breath catches, and I feel my throat tightening. “Have rules for you.” He strides towards me, and I take steps back instinctively, almost hugging myself. “Never touch me unless I do it first. You are free to live however the fuck you want; you do not enter. Am I clear?” “You’re not the lycan king.” I blurt out. My heart is pounding hard against my chest. He looks like he is bored and would rather be anywhere else than here.

Lysander raised the dagger, its blade blazing weakly. And then the darkness parted. The Lycan king stood in the center of the room. Not the memory from my vision. Him. Alive. His skin was the color of ash, his eyes the color of blood. His crown of thorns pierced his brow, and dark liquid dripped down his temples. You have grown strong, Ravenna, he said. Stronger than I expected. Stronger than the first wolf. Cassian stepped between us. You will not touch her.

Aelindra shouted, her voice sharp. Drevon seized his blade, blood dripping from his wounded arm. He approached the fallen king, his heart pounding. The king glared up at him, his glowing eyes filled with defiance even in his final moments. “You will never break the Lycans,” the king said, his voice a low growl. “Our spirit cannot be extinguished.” Drevon hesitated for the briefest of moments, then drove his blade into the king’s chest. The Lycan let out a final, ear-splitting roar, the sound filled with pain and fury. His massive body shuddered, then fell still.

A Lycan was really powerful, an average Lycan could combat a Beta, more or less a full Lycan. Then King of Lycans? Something didn’t add up. “And how do you know he’s the Lycan King?” “He is crazy! Mad! He killed all his family and was heavily injured much that he is like a warrior wolf.” She replied. “Then he is almost useless.” I deadpanned. “No, he’s rebuilding and a fight with a silver wolf will greatly improve him. He’ll be Red Moon and Black Hills secret weapon.” She smirked. Those two packs will seriously not be accepting to trade a Lycan in our world to a Silver wolf.

A shiver ran down my spine. I only knew an inkling of his true self. Not all. One wrong move and my life would be in danger. I may have gotten the upper hand, but I should not forget that this was the Lycan King I was talking about. He did not have the moniker Mad King for nothing. “I have a proposition.” “A proposition, you say? About what?” “In relation to your beloved crown.” “Let me hear it, then.” "I will agree to marry you and give you a child, but you have to forget Eva. In exchange also, I want my sister's remains to be transferred to our pack and we will have our freedom back. That's my proposition. How is that, Your Majesty?"

A lot of destruction has already been caused and they don't want to cause it further. Lycan King taps his shoes on the floor, waiting for his mate to step down and bring her to his house so he can finally claim her. He could have done the same thing back at his house in the afternoon, but he didn't because he wanted to take her with him in front of her parents to show her that she now has no one to look to except him and that now she has no nowhere to run.