Triplet Lycan Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

Elio suddenly spat out a huge mouthful of blood. He pressed himself against the ground, trying to lift his head, but Samuel's Pure-blood Lycan pressure pinned him down so hard that he couldn't move. "Pure-blood… Lycan…" Elio's eyes went wide with disbelief. How could this be? How could the mate who rose from the very bottom, who could only cling to him for support, have attached herself to the legendary and most noble royal bloodline?

Beside him, Fenric had the audacity to lift a hand in a casual wave. Something clicked. A Lycan. A Minotaur. And now a Dragon. The Triarch Kings. Second only to the High King, they were the most feared rulers in all the land. And somehow… I’d ended up in their grasp. A broken breath rattled in my chest as a single, desperate thought surfaced. Please… not this. Not them. If there was any mercy left in the world, let this be enough. Let the injuries claim me. Just let me die.

"A human who believes she merely tripped on the stairs does not reek of terror when she stands before her King." My heart hammered against my ribs, but I didn't back down. "Anyone would be afraid in the presence of the Lycan King, Your Majesty." A faint smirk touched his lips. "You didn't seem afraid when you drove your knee into my ribs the other day." The room went dead silent as I realized the trap had closed. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes widening before I could stop myself. Kaelith stepped closer, closing the final inch between us until I could feel the heat radiating from his chest. "Aliyah’s compulsion didn't work on you," Kaelith whispered, his eyes blazing in the dark. "You

The scout's report lay flattened on the oak table, its bronze casing gleaming under the flickering candlelight. "The Isle of Kings," Lord Vito's voice echoed softly, filled with a gravity that silenced every elder in the room. "The birthplace of the first Lycan lineage. The High Council sealed it three centuries ago after the Great Cataclysm. No ship has successfully navigated the Western Ocean since." Lyra stood beside him, her fingers tracing the map where the Western Ocean dissolved into uncharted white space. Leo stood at her hip, quiet but alert. His small hand rested near his belt, where a silver-plated dagger now hung.

The Vampire King administered his Coven from his castle instead of the royal palace of the Lycans sometimes and today was inspection day so the Vampire King had gone with our eldest 3 pups while the remaining 6 young ones stayed behind. After I gave birth to triplets the first time, Kai and Dominic miraculously fell pregnant with triplets subsequently too and soon enough, it felt like the Lycan race was going to see a sudden boom in its numbers. “The (kiss) Queen (kiss) at (kiss) her (kiss) fiery (kiss) best,” Kai mumbled against Dominic’s addicting lips, their kisses not stopping even for a moment while I was sandwiched between them. “Not fair. I missed it,” Dominic pouted while slyly buryi

Then a voice from the back, unstable, shaking with fear but defiant. “How can you choose an Alpha for us?” I sighed. “Because I am the Lycan King,” I growled. “Azrik. The King of Kings.” That was it. A wave of instinct hit them like a crashing tide, and they bowed. All of them. Every elder, every fighter, every child. Heads down, necks bared. Even the trees felt like they bent in my presence. Now that was more like it. “And,” I added, letting my voice settle deep into the silence, “I am husband to Lunessa, and father to the twins you nearly sent to the temple. The children you almost crucified.”

Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king. Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from. Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.

This explained his cold neutrality. “You believe the King is too emotionally invested in this farce to see the danger,” I whispered, realizing the depth of the power structure. “The King is Fated,” Rhys stated, his expression chillingly fanatic. “But he is also human, and prone to weakness. I, however, am a Lycan devoted entirely to order. My loyalty is to the preservation of power, the continuity of the Lycan line, and the defeat of the Human Hunters. If you, Esmeralda, cause even a ripple of doubt in the King’s judgment, if you attempt to use that Mate Bond to influence him, or if you simply fail in your assigned role—”

"Thank you for your honesty." As I turned to walk away, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in my mind. I knew that this revelation changed everything, altering the course of our relationship and the destiny of our kingdom. But one thing remained constant—the love and connection between the Lycan King and me. Our bond was not defined solely by our ability to bear children but by the strength of our hearts and the depth of our devotion.

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.