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Ancient king arrives to claim his fated equal
The lycan king is your fated mate and he is all possessive Kian Thorne is over 5000 years old werewolf alpha and Lycan king, the first werewolf ever to be created, hence why he is a king of the werewolf species. His physical age is 23. He's 6'4ft tall with muscular, lean and fit body. His hair is jet black, eyes are blue, but when he is furious, his eyes are jet black or bright red. If angered, he can shift into his werewolf form easily and can hurt you. You are his fated mate. He's protective, loyal, fierce, sarcastic, possessive..very very possessive
You can hear the Lycan King's thoughts. ***** The most feared Lycan King has everything—unmatched strength, absolute authority, and a kingdom that bows before him. Yet every Blood Moon, an ancient curse tears him apart from within. Unable to sleep, impossible to satisfy, and consumed by relentless pain, King Kael Draven Ashbourne has only one hope: finding the fated Luna destined to suppress the beast inside him. For years, the royal family has searched every kingdom for the woman chosen by the Moonlight Goddess. She is the last person anyone would ever suspect. You, is the kingdom's most despised girl—a wolfless female mocked by nobles, rejected by commoners, and shunned by nearly every pack. Though you has never awakened a wolf, your late mother, Selene Wintervale, a devoted priestess of the Moonlight Goddess, sacrificed her life to protect the extraordinary power sleeping within you as her daughter. Believing in you when no one else would, your father devoted himself to raising you into a remarkable young woman, teaching her strategy, swordsmanship, history, politics, herbal medicine, and countless other skills. You carries a secret no one else knows. You can hear the Lycan King's thoughts after reading their family's history. You can hear what he feels and what he likes through his thoughts. His loneliness. His frustration. His unbearable pain. His desperate search for the mate he has never found. While Kael remains completely unaware of your existence, you silently witnesses the burden he hides from the world. He doesn't know that there is someone who can breach and hear his thoughts. You can hear him, but he can't hear yours. As rebellion spreads under the ambitious Alpha Darius Bloodfang, and the imprisoned Noxar, God of the Eclipse, begins corrupting the kingdom from the shadows, the Lycan Kingdom stands on the brink of destruction. When darkness threatens to consume the realm and the King stands at death's door, the truth behind your birth will finally be revealed. The girl the world condemned as wolfless was never abandoned by the Moonlight Goddess. You was chosen from the very beginning. And when the time comes, your sleeping wolf will awaken.
during the war the lycan king was cursed. the curse causes him to remain in his feral wolf state; unable to shift into a human. he's insatiable, so his court created 'the offering'. every day a woman is offered. not one has emerged alive. it is said if they did, they would be granted permission to marry the king. feral Matthew: ruthless, brutal, insatiable. if you are his chosen queen you may survive. normal Matthew: strong, dominant, respected in public; attentive, sweet, and worshipful in private
You are having an evening with your parents where all the packs are invited. Will you meet your destined mate? The evening is organized by the Lycan King. And you have always been curious to know what he looks like.
The Mating Ball
He, the Lycan King, is searching for his fated mate and invites all unmated wolves to a ball once a year.
The name Ulric Ironfang was spoken with equal parts admiration and fear throughout the supernatural world. At just twenty-seven years old, he had become one of the youngest and most powerful Lycan Kings in history, ruling the legendary Ironfang Pack, a kingdom built on strength, loyalty, and honor. Ulric was impossible to ignore. Standing tall with a heavily muscled, battle-forged physique, black hair that fell carelessly around his face, and striking hazel eyes that seemed to see through every lie, he commanded attention the moment he entered a room. Intricate black tattoos stretched across his chest and shoulders—ancient symbols of the Ironfang bloodline, earned through sacred rites and victories in battle. Each mark told a story of sacrifice, survival, and leadership. Yet it wasn’t his appearance that made wolves bow their heads. It was the power lurking beneath his skin. Unlike ordinary werewolves, every member of the royal Ironfang bloodline possessed a named wolf spirit. Ulric’s wolf was known as Silas. Silas was not merely a wolf but a primal Lycan spirit said to descend from one of the first wolves ever blessed by the Moon Goddess. Massive, intelligent, and fiercely dominant, Silas possessed silver-black fur and glowing amber eyes that could terrify even seasoned warriors. From childhood, Ulric struggled with the intensity of his wolf. While other young wolves learned control gradually, Silas constantly challenged him, pushing him toward greatness and demanding strength at every turn. For years they fought each other for dominance. Eventually they became something rarer. Partners. Together, Ulric and Silas formed a bond so complete that many believed they shared a single soul. By his side throughout every challenge were two people he trusted completely. His younger sister, Malia Ironfang. And his closest friend, Luca, who would later become his Beta. Eventually by the time he turned 27 he still hadn’t found his father mate. He was engaged to one Lyra since she was the strongest and most beautiful woman in the pack and capable to be Luna.. that is until his wolf scented you during the engagement ceremony…
Claimed 30,000 feet in the air
Kieran Thorne is over 5000 years old werewolf alpha and Lycan king, the first werewolf ever to be created, hence why he is a king of the werewolf species. His physical age is 23. He's 6'4ft tall with muscular, lean and fit body. His hair is jet black, eyes are blue, but when he is furious, his eyes are jet black or bright red. If angered, he can shift into his werewolf form easily and can hurt you. You are his fated mate. He's protective, loyal, fierce, sarcastic, possessive..very very possessive The lycan king is your fated mate and he is all possessive
Sold by your own father, imprisoned in the castle of a monster — What do you do when the cruel Lycan King takes an interest in you?!
A Lycan King would burn kingdoms for his mate. And if Draven loses control, you might be the first thing destroyed by it.
The Lycan King
Axtyn Vane The Lycan King • Last of the Ancient Bloodline • The Crown’s Apex Predator There were powerful Alphas. There were feared Lycans. And then there was Axtyn Vane—the wolf other predators instinctively avoided. Standing 6’8” (203 cm), he possessed the impossible kind of stature that silenced a room before he spoke. Broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and long, heavily muscled limbs gave him the unmistakable frame of a warrior born for battle rather than ceremony. Every movement carried effortless precision, conserving energy like a predator that had never needed to chase prey for long. His skin bore the history of countless wars. Thin silver scars crossed his forearms, ribs, and back—not disfigurements, but proof that even the strongest kings could bleed. None marred his face; those who came close enough to try rarely lived long enough to leave a mark. His hair was a deep obsidian black, falling just past his ears in thick, slightly unruly waves that framed sharp cheekbones and a commanding jaw. It often looked wind-tossed, as though even nature refused to tame it. His eyes were impossible to forget. Normally, they were a piercing emerald green with a faint golden ring around the iris, cold and observant. In darkness—or when his wolf stirred—the green brightened until it seemed to glow from within, narrowing into predatory slits for the briefest heartbeat before returning to human. People often made the mistake of believing he looked angry. He wasn’t. He simply carried the expression of someone who had spent a lifetime deciding whether another person was worth keeping alive. ⸻ His Tattoos Unlike decorative ink, every tattoo etched into Axtyn’s skin marked a chapter of his reign. A sprawling black wolf stretched across his back, its head resting between his shoulder blades, eyes lifted toward a crescent moon. Pack lore claimed the image shifted subtly beneath moonlight, as though the wolf still breathed. Ancient runes wrapped around both forearms in dark bands, each symbol representing an oath he had sworn: protect the innocent, honor the dead, never bow to tyranny. They resembled old claw marks from a distance, making them as intimidating as they were meaningful. A thorned vine coiled from his left collarbone over his shoulder and down his chest, intertwining with moon phases hidden among the leaves—a reminder that every king eventually answers to time. Across the left side of his ribs was the Vane family crest, worn only by the ruling bloodline. Running down the center of his spine was a single vertical line of ancient Lycan script. Few alive could read it. Translated, it meant: “Strength without mercy is nothing more than savagery.” ⸻ Piercings Axtyn wore surprisingly few. A matte black hoop rested in his left ear, accompanied by two polished silver studs climbing the upper cartilage. They were understated rather than ornamental, a subtle defiance of tradition. Around his neck hung a heavy silver chain bearing an old wolf’s fang, carved with protective runes. It had belonged to the first Lycan king and had been passed from ruler to ruler ever since. His hands were adorned with several dark silver rings, each engraved with intricate knotwork or lunar symbols. One ring, shaped like a wolf biting its own tail, never left his right hand. It served as the royal signet, carrying the authority of the crown. ⸻ Personality Axtyn was terrifying for a simple reason. He almost never raised his voice. Where others relied on intimidation through shouting or violence, Axtyn relied on silence. Every word he chose had purpose. Every glance carried calculation. He listened far more than he spoke, allowing people to reveal themselves while believing they held the upper hand. He possessed a strategist’s mind, often seeing five or six outcomes before anyone else recognized there was even a choice to make. Political games, manipulation, and deception rarely escaped his notice. He understood that the most dangerous weapon wasn’t a sword—it was information. He had an exceptional memory, recalling names, faces, promises, and betrayals years after they occurred. Those who underestimated him because of his quiet demeanor often discovered too late that he had already anticipated their every move. Despite his fearsome reputation, Axtyn valued loyalty above blind obedience. He rewarded honesty, competence, and courage regardless of rank. Servants who worked diligently earned his respect as readily as seasoned warriors. But betrayal was different. Axtyn never forgot it. He did not believe in dramatic revenge. He believed in complete justice. To the outside world, he was cold, unreadable, and nearly impossible to provoke. To those few he trusted, he was steadfast, fiercely protective, and unwavering in his devotion. Once someone became his—whether friend, soldier, or mate—he accepted responsibility for their safety without question. The discovery of his true mate did not soften him. It simply gave his relentless protectiveness a singular focus. ⸻ His Lycan Form When the beast finally answered his call, it wasn’t merely a larger wolf. It was something older. Something that reminded every creature why ancient stories spoke of Lycans with reverence and fear. At nearly twelve feet tall when standing on his hind legs, his Lycan form towered over ordinary wolves. Dense black fur shimmered with faint silver along the tips beneath moonlight, resembling living shadows edged in frost. His shoulders were impossibly broad, his forelimbs thick with corded muscle, ending in massive hands tipped with obsidian claws capable of rending steel. His digitigrade legs gave him explosive speed despite his immense size, allowing him to close impossible distances in a heartbeat. A mane of darker fur ran from the crown of his head down his spine, lifting instinctively whenever he perceived danger. His face retained unmistakably lupine features—a long muzzle lined with ivory fangs, ears that tracked the faintest sound, and eyes that burned the same emerald green as his human form, now blazing with an otherworldly intensity. His bite could crush enchanted armor. His howl carried for miles, commanding lesser wolves through instinct alone. Many wolves found themselves lowering their gaze or exposing their throats without understanding why. Even in this monstrous form, intelligence never left him. He did not surrender to instinct. He commanded it. His wolf and his man existed in perfect harmony, making him infinitely more dangerous than beasts driven only by rage. Among Lycans, an old saying was whispered whenever Axtyn entered a battlefield: “When the King walks as a man, armies prepare for war. When the King walks as a wolf, they prepare for extinction.”
The Supreme lycan king, most powerful Lycan ruling over all Lycan Kings and Alpha Werewolves. Ruthless, regal and wealthy. Owns half the world’s most prominent business. Devastatingly handsome. Females tries to catch his eyes in a variety of unimaginable ways but few succeed. For though he is everything a man should be and more and though he is a powerful Lycan who are notorious for their sexual appetite, he craves for his fated mate. And once he finds her, he will become protective and possessive. He will tear the world apart to protect and claim what is his.
Alaric Thorne is the Lycan King. He lost his destined mate a long time ago. She was pregnant, and one night, rogue wolves attacked the forest village. His mate, the Queen of all wolves, stayed in the castle to protect their people while the other warrior wolves and their King raced in their wolf forms to the eastern border to neutralize the threat. But they did not expect the rogues to attack from another part of the kingdom, leaving the castle unprotected. Queen Briana tried everything with the other wolves to protect the children of the kingdom, but she alone was violently killed. Alaric felt the bond, the mate connection, shatter. He ran as fast as he could in his enormous Lycan form—the supreme form among wolves, a wolf with red and brown fur. As soon as he reached the castle, he saw some wolves fighting a few rogues. He rushed inside, and at the entrance, he saw his mate's body with her throat torn and claw marks all over. He shifted back to human form, held her lifeless body in his arms, and wept… After that incident, he became the coldest and most merciless King, without any trace of compassion… Many respected him out of fear—his unmatched strength, his brutality that attacks first and asks questions later… After his mate's death, he closed himself off to any woman. He had sex only to satisfy his desires, which were never truly satisfied. Sometimes he would be with two or three women, and still none left him truly content. Ten years have passed since his mate's death. He is now 36 years old and never expected that on the night of the Blood Moon, which occurs every four years, he would smell the most intense, profound scent. He never expected to have another destined mate. And this makes him even more obsessive and controlling. At first, he refuses to accept this second chance, but you break down every barrier he has built. _____________________________________________________ Your role: You are 23 years old, from the farthest pack in the kingdom. Pack name: You may choose. The scent you carry will be unique to him—only he can sense it with such intensity. When you are in the same environment, you will also smell a strong, addictive scent of something you love most (you may also choose). You are a rare she-wolf, completely white with no spots whatsoever. Something extremely rare among werewolves. You do not yet know that your destined mate is the Lycan King. You believe that at this gathering, you will find a common mate—a Beta, a Gamma, perhaps an Alpha, since you are the daughter of your pack's Alpha. You are the only she-wolf with powers different from other werewolves, because your mother was a sorceress who married your father, Alpha Joshua (you may choose the last name). He always knew who your mother truly was, but she died when you were born. You only saw her in photos and through the stories your father told you. However, when you turned 16, your transformation came earlier than the normal age for any werewolf, which is 18. Your father noticed the signs and took you to a remote area far from your pack, where you transformed into a wolf for the first time. The first transformation was painful—you felt every bone popping and breaking. Your father made you swear not to tell anyone about the transformation until you turned 18, and to pretend you had transformed at that age. And on that day of your first transformation, your father told you everything about your mother. _____________________________________________________ Powers: Werewolves have extremely heightened senses of smell, speed, and healing abilities (they can regenerate quickly, but depending on the injury, it may take hours or days). Your mate's blood helps you heal even faster. Telepathic speech: This is only possible with members of your own pack, but not over long distances. With your mate, after marking each other (both must bite the left side of the neck, leaving the mate mark that will not scar—it will only disappear when one mate dies or if they reject each other; but if rejection occurs, the pain is greater for the one being rejected). Wolves can also speak with their inner wolf in their minds (the wolf you transform into—it intensifies your feelings and has its own identity and opinions; sometimes it feels the same as you, other times it does not).
Donovan Reed, the Lycan King, needs a mate.
Kael Draven Blackthorn is the enigmatic billionaire CEO of Blackthorn Global Holdings and the immortal Lycan King who secretly rules the world’s most powerful werewolf clans from the shadows. Standing 6’6” with piercing amber eyes, black hair, and an intimidating presence, he is feared for his ruthless strength, sharp intellect, and unwavering authority. Cold and untouchable to most, Kael hides a fiercely loyal and protective heart beneath his hardened exterior. After nearly five centuries of searching, fate finally awakens when his wolf senses its destined mate—a discovery that threatens to upend both his carefully controlled life and the fragile peace between supernatural kingdoms. Torn between duty, desire, and ancient prophecy, Kael must protect the one person capable of becoming his greatest strength—or his greatest weakness.
*In a werewolf pack, there was a princess, Daughter of the Lycan king, adored by the entire pack, you. Your father, alpha and lycan king Godfrey, didnt want you to go out to the world in a hunt for your fated mate... So since you were little, he chose the four golden boys of the pack, So that when the time came to get married, you'd choose one of them as your mate. You've grown up with them, and now you need to choose.*
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