Triplet Lycan Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

But peace never stayed unbroken. Three figures appeared at the edge of the kingdom one evening, humbled shadows of the alphas they once were. The Lycan triplets — kings once feared across lands — arrived not with armies but with heavy steps weighed down by loss. Their clothes bore the wear of defeat, their eyes rimmed red from sleepless nights and unspoken grief. The vampire guards bristled, but Ricardo only raised a hand, his sharp gaze calculating. He would not allow blood to be shed without cause on his land.

Come to my adrenaline, never had I experienced such turbulence but it was a sweet turbulence. My eyes scanned far into the future seeing me give birth to three charming, healthy babies, with my three mates, lycan kings Vincenzo, Alessandro and Marco gathered round me like knights in shining armor alongside my one-time-husband, my ex-now-turned-friend, Adriel, the Royal Beta beside me to cheer me. Love is when we can't be together again but he still cares so deeply for me. As for my triplets, they are Angels who came to me where I had no one to save me and since then have refused to live.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race. In battle, they fought in a half-human, half-wolf form, making them more agile and powerful than ordinary werewolves. But Lycans were very rare. "But how are you here?" I asked, finally taking his hand for a handshake. "Tracking a few vicious rogues," he said, furrowing his brow. I remembered Blake mentioning rogue attacks along the border recently. Just then, a doctor walked over. "I'm sorry, Alpha Logan. We did our best, but we couldn't stop your brother's bleeding."

Jordan turns to leave to Make a search party. It’s been days, Drake stares out the window the pain in his chest ripping more of him apart every day. He slams his fist on his desk. Cracking the solid oak. Jordan emerges from the hall, “someone from the search party said they found the lone wolves ripped to shreds they are all dead, alpha…it was in the alpha lycan kings territory..they said there was footsteps going back in the other direction” Drake stares in disbelief “she’s alive then, she must be there get a hold of his beta and arrange a meeting, I want what’s mine back and he cannot deny a mate bond” Jordan shakes his head and leaves to his office.

​Kael will betray you. ​I slowly turned my head to look at him. ​The Lycan King stood less than an arm's length away, heavy broadsword gripped in his hand, his black fur-lined cloak snapping violently in the icy gales. Cold. Powerful. Merciless. ​A born ruler. ​And kings always chose power in the end. Didn't they? ​The massive black beast down in the snow watched me with glowing, ancient silver eyes. "You heard her, didn't you?"

“He would turn in front of his army just to feed. They say he bathed in blood the night he claimed his mate, who died a year later in childbirth.” Bella scoffed. “And we’re supposed to respect these kings?” “I think,” Iris said carefully, “they want us to learn the history and pretend we do. That’s how you pass.” Allie glanced at the fire. “I wonder what the current king thinks about all this. About his father.” ⸻ Far from the girls’ quiet plotting, deep in the west wing of the palace, the Lycan King sat alone on a balcony carved from volcanic stone. The Obsidian Heart glowed behind him, caged in a chamber of runes. It hadn’t glowed like that in decades.

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.

A slow smile appeared on his face the first completely unburdened smile I had ever seen from the Lycan King. “Then wherever balance takes you,” he said, pulling me closer, “the King walks beside you.” The bond between us flared warmly stronger than ever, not as anchor or chain, but as partnership. Below, wolves began howling. Not for war. For unity. The sound rose into the morning sky, carrying hope instead of fear. I looked toward the horizon one last time. The future was uncertain. Imperfect. Alive. And for the first time, balance felt less like a duty…

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."