Triplet Lycan Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

I looked down at myself and wanted to punch the wall. Everyone in the werewolf world thinks I hate women. They say the Lycan King can't stand to be touched, that he sends brides home in tears, that he has never had a lover because he thinks no woman is good enough. I have let them think it for years. A cold king is feared, and a feared king is left alone. The truth is a lot less impressive.

All three—identical and yet entirely distinct—radiated the energy of high-ranking alphas, their little muzzles lifted toward the wind as if already sensing the call of their people. One roared with a tiny snarl. Almost matching the Kycan King’s regality. Another licked Sebastian’s jaw with fierce loyalty. The third nuzzled closer into the crook of his shoulder, imprinting itself further with the man it would one day call protector, father and pride. Sebastian lifted them higher — arms outstretched in open declaration. The tiny trio roared like ferocious cubs. “These are mine,” the Lycan King’s deep voice echoed through the valley, a low growl of reverence and triumph. “Ours. The legacy of yo

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

He stopped beside the bed, close enough now that she could smell him—forest, smoke, moonlight, and something darker beneath it. “I am the Alpha King,” he said at last. “Of this kingdom. And every pack bound to it.” Lyra absorbed that. The truth settled like a stone in her chest. “Ares Nightbane,” she whispered. The name tasted dangerous. “The Lycan King.” His gaze sharpened. “You knew my name.” “Everyone does,” she said softly. “Children are warned with it. Mothers pray it never finds them.” “And you’re not afraid,” he observed.

And their Lycan kings were ten times stronger than their warriors. “Collapsing just because you saw your fated mate is embarrassing, don't you agree with me?” A masculine voice reached my ears, snapping me out of the flashback. I pressed my lips together unsure of what to say. “Take me out of here!” I said, surprised at my own confidence. The room descended in silence. One of the twin Lycan Kings scoffed. “Little frail, you’re in no position to dictate to us,” he began, in a lethal tone that sent chills through my spine.

His voice trembled with emotion, each word weighted with the depth of his feelings. "Lyza, please... I love you. I believe you're my mate, destined to be by my side. I can't let you go without a fight," he implored, his voice filled with sincerity. "I will prove to you that Darlyn's claims are nothing but falsehoods. Our connection, our love, is real." I looked at him, stunned by his admission. The Lycan King, on his knees before me, baring his vulnerability and unwavering devotion. It was a sight I never expected to witness, and it shook me to my core.

I blinked away the afterimages, and there before me were three men, each with gemstones that shone just as brightly as my own. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the situation. “ Our Lycan kings have found their mate!” Yola, the priestess who oversees the ceremony announced. I became breathless, realizing who they were. I could hardly breathe as I took in their regal appearance, their eyes locked onto me with a fervor that sent shivers down my spine. One of the kings, his amber eyes burning with intensity, spoke, “Maeve, our gemstones have led us to you. You are our mate.”

I feel my face flush with embarassment instantly at her gesture. We get to the table in the back, the three men stand close by but not too close "What is your name please", his voice is smoother than cream cheese on a bagel "Annette Valentine" I respond, trying not to get lost his eyes, he smiles at hearing my name, "oh that smile is to die for" Meda purrs, "Annette Valentine" he repeats, "Allow me to introduce myself, My name is Kantrell Torri, I am the Lycan King of the Eastern Terriotry." The shock from his words wont let me move, I can't even speak in this moment, did he say what I think he just said? THE LYCAN KING?!

With each moonlit festival and harvest season, the Lycan people gathered to celebrate their king and queen, secure in the belief that their reign would endure for generations. But beneath the surface, hidden in the shadows, seeds of envy and ambition were beginning to take root. At the heart of this dark ambition was Darwin, the king’s trusted Beta and the queen’s own brother. As a young Lycan, Darwin had pledged his loyalty to his family and had been a close companion to King Artemis, standing by his side in countless battles and council meetings. But over the years, Darwin’s admiration of his brother-in-law shifted into something more corrosive. Despite his outward devotion, he longed for

That’s how tainted our relationship is, but we know we’re tainted, each and every one of us so we make it a point not to judge. We accept each other that way. Murderers, usurpers, manipulators, bullies. We are all of those and we are none of those. I make my way to the bedroom and pass the fields on my way back. The servant’s body is still there, now iced over but still there. A Lycan king must get his revenge unless his world suffers. In the same way, it’s almost impossible for a Lycan King to find love, so is it rare for a Lycan King to not exact revenge. We are Kings for a reason.