The Lycan King: [Lan Farrow]

The Lycan King: [Lan Farrow]

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At that moment he turned to face me. My breath hitched at the intensity burning in his green depths. He stated, "I've decided to let your people go, but on one condition." My throat dried up. "What?" I breathed. His voice dropped to a lilting octave. "Belong to me." __ King Lan is cold, ruthless and powerful. Anything he wants, he gets at the snap of his fingers. Except her. Willow is a sweet, wilful witch who aims to gain her coven's approval after years of being thought weak, clumsy and powerless by her caste-witches. When Lan meets the young, enthralling witch, nothing could've prepared him for the thrilling ride that ensues. A ride that involves pain, betrayal and untamed desires. Will the two be consumed by the age-long hatred between their species, or will they defeat the dark threats surrounding them and succumb to the sizzling attraction burning hot between them? Warning: Mature content. Suitable for readers above 18.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The Lycan King: [Lan Farrow]

Copyright

©All rights reserved. 

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. 

Warning: this book is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. 

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Chapter 1

The dagger whizzed across the training room, embedding itself into the right eye of Lan Farrow. "Bullseye!" A blonde witch hollered, bouncing on her feet.

Loud cheers broke out around the room: "You go, Alexis!" "Nice aim, Lexi!" "What a clean shot!"

Then suddenly a witch sprang up and declared loudly, silencing everyone, "Kill him! Kill the motherfucker! Slit his f*cking throat and make him bleed to death!"

It was just a poster.

After the beat of silence passed, all ten witches in my coven sprang up, yelling out their agreement while shooting their fists into the air. To them, the lycan king deserved no less. To me, I just wanted to go to my room. And prepare for tonight.

"You're up, Willow!" someone called out to me. It was my turn on the sparring mat.

"Come on, Lowe!" "You've got this!" The cheers built to a frenzy until I swallowed and hefted myself up, going to the stand in the middle of the gathering. 

One of the head witches started to approach me. 

When I saw who it was, I felt blood leave my face. Sybil. I couldn't fight her, she was over four centuries old, and what was more; she had her Inherent gift. A unique ability given to a witch by our goddess, Hecate, after she turned immortal. I hadn't gotten mine yet.

The youngest in the coven, I'd just turned immortal a week ago, and my aunts seemed determined to throw me into every combat in order to test my mettle. I mentally recited the defensive spells I was taught growing up, moving as Sybil started to circle me.

Once the glowing green aura of her magic encircled her palms, I frantically called on mine, feeling the white crackle of my powers dance around my fingertips.

Sharply, she aimed a fiery green globe my way, and I barely sidestepped it before she aimed another energy-ball at me, catching me square in the chest. 

Air rushed out of me in a single whoosh, and I found myself flying across the room just as Alexis dagger had.

My back crashed against the wall and the room fell silent. 

Sybil drew level with me, green flames hovering above her palms. The shivering masses shifted into long swords, and she aimed them at me in quick successions. To my shock, they dug into the spaces on either side of my head.

Her grey eyes flashed in anger and she summoned another energy-ball. "Is this how you're going to defend yourself against the lycans?! Is this how you're going to repay them for killing off our kind?!"

Heart racing, I struggled to my feet and shielded myself against another ball by calling on a spell. Once the spell wore off, I rolled on my back to avoid another attack, springing up to splay out my hands. I surprised myself by sending a burning white globe her way. 

She fluidly summersaulted, landing away from it.

Her tone was calm and lethal. "Is that all you've got, Willow? They killed your family, is this how you avenge them?"

Ears ringing, my breathing increased to an angry pant. Although I never knew who my parents were, it didn't hurt any less to be reminded of their loss. With a scream, I summoned my magic, but all that came out was a pitiful white flare. 

"Pathetic." Sybil tsked. "We live in hiding, afraid of the monsters that took our freedom away from us. When the time comes for us to fight them, we'll need actual warriors, not children who have never known the harsh realities of war." 

She turned to go, talking as she went, "I'm sorry, Willow, but you're not fit to be a fighter. It'll be best you don't come for the occasion tonight."

Low chatters arose in the hall. It quietened immediately I rose my hands into the air. 

Something snapped within me and my hands started to burn, a scalding energy building down the length of it. I let it grow until it consumed my arms, and then I aimed, shooting a sharp white streak at Sybil's back.

Surprise pierced through the red haze clouding my senses when she countered it with a spell. Turning, she pinned me with a scathing glare, her grey eyes shifting to a burning green. 

"Never," she gritted, thrusting out an arm. "Attack from behind." Using her Inherent gift of telekinesis, she lifted me into the air, fisting her palms the same time the invisible hold around my neck tightened.

Breaths shortening, I managed a nod, choking out, "Got it."

She released her hold, and I crashed to the floor, desperately sucking air into my lungs. 

She exited the room and I watched the rest file out, until only one remained. Maren. Otherwise the only witch in the world who understood me. She fixed a small smile on her face, her trademark pearl earrings glinting in the noonday sun.

Her tall, graceful physique didn't betray her age; her wizened brown eyes did. Eyes that told of a millennia's worth knowledge. "Today she was a bit too harsh," she said, referring to Sybil.

"No." I shook my head stubbornly. "She means well. She only wants what's best for the coven."

"Well, she isn't going about it the right way."

"The lycans are on our throats, there is no right way. Sybil only wants me to improve. She wants what's best for me."

Maren held my gaze for a discomfiting second. "That's what you want to believe, Willow."

The sound of a creature beating their wings sounded at the doorway. It drew nearer, and I looked up to see it was a black bat. Maren's familiar, Trixie. 

She came to land on Maren's shoulder, black claws digging into her blue sweater. 

Trixie bent level with Maren's ear and stayed like that for a long while, seeming to be talking to her, and Maren, who obviously understood bat-speaks nodded, saying 'uhuh?' 'Yeah' and 'okay' at some intervals. 

When Trixie straightened, Maren cast an apologetic look my way. "Hey, something just came up and I have to go attend to it. Will you... will you be okay?"

Inhaling, I tried not to feel exasperation at the fact the witches in my coven treated me like I was fragile, as if I was weak. How I wanted to tell them I was anything but. "Yeah." I nodded at her. "I'll be fine."

With that, she stood and left the room, Trixie flying close behind.

I picked myself up and exited the training room, trudging down the messy hallway. It'd been like this since last week's party; the narrow length of it littered with soda cans, pizza boxes and half-eaten foods. I pursed my lips on seeing a rat licking at the mouth of a wine bottle. I vaguely wondered whose familiar that was.

On sighting me, the furry rat smiled sloppily, reaching up to give me a drunk salute. Not the weirdest thing I've seen in my twenty years of existence.

I climbed down a flight of stairs and ventured into a wide hall. It was worse off. Most of the creamy cushions were tinted brown or pink by one alcoholic beverage or the other, the feathery materials on them stiff.

The party thrown in my honour had been loud--the hedonistic witches wouldn't have had it any other way--and it elicited at least ten noise complaints from the neighbours.

Sike. We had no neighbours. At least not that they were aware of.

Our large, four-storey coven was perched in one of the remote parts of the boisterous city of Chicago, just a few miles away from Gornagon, the royal seat of the lycans. We were, give or take, hiding in plain sight, not that our house could be seen with the plain eyes.

The sweeping mansion was concealed with a glamour that made it invisible to humans, and pliable for them whenever they wanted to pass through the large, empty space that was otherwise our coven. Only biggie? We had to go stiffly quiet whenever they passed through.

Either that or weave a soundproofing spell around the house, and those were hard to make.

A cat hissed at me as I took another flight of stairs. Dodging an incoming bat, I continued onwards until I met a frantic Isobel, another one of my caste witches. She rushed towards me, her forehead creased with worry. "Hey, Lowe. You seen my rat familiar? He le--"

The blaring sound of a speaker tuning in pierced through the air. Ears ringing, I pointed out the doorway. "I'd seen him near the training room. He's a drinker, that one." 

An exasperated look crossed her face and she muttered, "I'd told him to lay off the bottle for a while."

Then she sighed in relief, rushing down. On her way, she stopped to deliver a quick peck on my cheeks. "Thank you, Lowe. I hope you get chosen tonight." And she was gone.

Now I knew she lied. No one in their right senses would want a mission that important entrusted into my hands, not even myself.

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74 Chapters
Chapter 1
The Lycan King: [Lan Farrow]Copyright©All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Warning: this book is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. _Chapter 1The dagger whizzed across the training room, embedding itself into the right eye of Lan Farrow. "Bullseye!" A blonde witch hollered, bouncing on her feet.Loud cheers broke out around the room: "You go, Alexis!" "Nice aim, Lexi!" "What a clean shot!"Then suddenly a witch sprang up and declared loudly, silencing everyone, "Kill him! Kill the motherfucker! Slit his f*cking throat and make him bleed to death!"It was just a poster.After the beat of silence passed, all ten witches in my coven sprang up, yelling out their agreement while shooting their fists into the air. To them, the lycan king deserved no less. To me, I just wanted to go to my room. And prepare f
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Chapter 2
Cairns, Australia.Winter, 1801.LAN FARROW"Look at me when I talk to you, boy!" In spite of himself, thirteen year old Lan jerked at the harsh sound of his father's voice, his hand going to the gold ring on his finger that was given to him by his beloved mother. He fiddled with it nervously."You're growing into a man and as such should know what it entails to be one. Ever killed a game before? Ever tasted the fruits of a maiden?"Lan shook his head, his heart starting to race at the unbalanced look in his sire's eyes. He knew his mother would've sought to avoid this. Leaving him in the same room as his turbulent father."Well, today you will. Today, my son, you kill an infidel."Lan's blood ran cold. Witches were termed infidels, and killing one of the tricksy creatures would earn you an elevated position in the keep. Lan knew killing one was inevitable, only that he'd thought he wouldn't have to until he was much more older.His father's blue eyes flashed a feral yellow, reveali
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Chapter 3
PRESENT DAY,Late afternoon.WILLOW__The speakers blared once again and the slurring voice of a witch broke through, "Attention, witches. Humans will be approaching in the next five minutes. I repeat; in the next five minutes."When she went off the microphone, someone yelled downstairs, "Turn down the f*cking volume next time, Cordelia!""No!" Cordelia yelled back. "I live for the ear damage!"Slamming my door shut, I went around the large room gathering up essentials for my apparating potion. Lilies are the gateway to freedom blasted in my ears, cutting out the noise down the hall. Cordelia's Inherent gift was clairvoyance, so she would alert us of when the humans were to come.The door opened and closed. In walked my two roommates, Hellene and Corinne. I took out my headphones when Hellene started to talk to me."Hi, Lowe," she greeted. "You did great down there."Lies. "I got my ass handed to me, Hell." Hell, true to her name, had the Inherent gift of pyromamcing.She chuckled.
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Chapter 4
The clock struck a minute and all conversations around the house seized, getting replaced by the ones of the approaching humans."Mum, Miss Stacey says she wants a new doll," piped a little, red-haired child, obliviously striding through a row of shelves. A black cat walked beside her.Her mother rushed onwards, passing through the opposite wall. Her hands were filled with grocery bags. She hurriedly said, "Stacey can't say she wants a doll, honey. She's a cat.""But, mum! She told me!" From a few paces down, the mock-gasp of her dad sounded. "Honey, I think our daughter's a cat whisperer. Hey, Hailey hun, tell me what else Stacey's said."The little girl pouted. "She said it's high time you got a shave."Barking out a laugh, her dad swopped in and scooped her up, raising her high up into the air and spinning. She shrieked out endless giggles, splaying her small arms wide.Something in my chest tightened.I never had that growing up, a real family. Although I did have numerous aunts
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Chapter 5
A hush came over the hall. Heads turned, gazes reverting back to my face. My heart started to bang against my ribcage, my head growing lighter by the second. Before now, I had never considered that I could be chosen, because there was nothing to consider. I didn't have what it took. All I'd wanted was just a position to fight in the witch force; not one that'd grant me leadership.Allegra smiled down at me warmly. "Come forth, my child."I began to move, feeling very much like I was having an out of body experience. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own. The mass parted for me as I came, some squinting at the hood I'd drawn over my face, wanting to see who I was. See who I would be.My legs shook as I took one of the five steps leading up to the upraised platform. This was happening? What was Hecate thinking? Does she really think I can kill King Lan? Restore a peace that'd been sought for millenniums?She had the wrong girl.They all had the wrong girl.I stood on the podium
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Chapter 6
The next day I was woken up roughly. I opened my eyes to see a pissed Sybil. On sighting Meredith behind her, I knew I was in for a day."So it's simple," Meredith began as we hastily walked down a long corridor. "We brew a scent-concealing potion, you go to Manhattan using the apparat--""Manhattan?" I asked, my breaths shortening to a pant. Increasing my stride to keep up with her, I rushed out, "But he's in Chicago, isn't he? At Gornagon.""Our intels at the castle have informed us he has gone on a short trip to Manhattan."My brows furrowed. "Why?"Meredith made to speak but was cut off by Sybil snapping, "Can you stop asking pointless questions? The king's reason for going to Manhattan does not matter; what does is that he's there, with few protection, and that we've got to send you off to him before he leaves for Chicago tomorrow."We'd gotten to a huge oak door. Meredith worked a key in. "If it helps any, he went to Manhattan to pay a visit to one of the vampire lords, Igor.""
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Chapter 7
Although vampire helps milled about, the mansion was relatively quiet when I walked in. Shades had been pulled over the windows tightly to keep sunlight away. The only lights available in the foyer were the ones from the giant chandeliers spiralling down the high ceilings. I suppressed a jolt when a male vampire traced to stand behind me.Sliding a covert glance at my back, I realized he'd only traced to help another vampire in carrying some items. Hefting the huge painting in one hand like it weighed nothing, the vampire passed by me as he headed towards another opening across the hall.The massive twin staircases in the middle of the white-themed hall called to me. I made a beeline towards it, but slowed my pace when I felt eyes on me.The next thing I did was what I've been doing for practically my whole life; I tried to belong, tried to blend.Loosening up my shoulders while striding casually like I had all the time in the world, I noted other similarly dressed ladies walked about
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Chapter 8
He tilted his head at me, those sharp green eyes scrutinizing my face. His low voice sounded again. "Are you coming in or not?"My breaths slowed at his open attention and I found myself saying, "Yes...I am."With that he went over to his closet, taking bold strides. The mere act of him walking commanded attention. He walked with such animal grace and raw vitality. Lines of arrogance and something darkly menacing were stamped on the sharp planes of his face.He withdrew a pair of worn jeans and made to sling it on, the towel parting. I looked away on instinct. Then looked back again, my mouth drying up at the size of his junk. It was huge.Shirtless, he casually strolled over to the large chair at his reading table, seating. Eyes never leaving me, he leaned back on his chair, muscles bunching as he propped an elbow on the armrest, absently twirling the gold ring on his finger. "You know what to do," he stated plainly.My face scrunched in confusion. "What?"A black brow went up. "Do
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Chapter 9
The air thickened ominously and glowing white streaks bursted out of my palms, heading straight for a shocked Lan.Before it got to him, a bodyguard jumped in, getting struck. He froze, then erupted into black ashes. Dead. I fought down the panic and guilt threatening to rise, focusing on one thing; I missed. I'd missed and that was the only opportunity I would get. And I'd f*cked it up. Frantically I summoned another energyball as the guards closed in on me. The death of the guard seemed to snap Lan into action. He stood, fury boiling in his feral eyes. "Bound her hands," he ordered with deceptive calm.I fought wildly as one grabbed my hair. I fought wildly while the rest rushed for me. But before they got a hold of my hands, I worked up another energyball and blasted them with it, weakening. More and more warriors poured in, and when they came at me again, I desperately chanted a spell, "Lis eida!" A call for help.My hands were pulled painfully behind me and shackled. I was for
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Chapter 10
The sound of my cell bars sliding open snapped me wide awake. I started to stand but was stopped by a growl. On taking stock of my surroundings, it gradually registered to me that a pack of huge, frightening men stood around the room, their faces stoic. They were here, the Lycans.My heart spiked, the events from the past rushing back to me. Two men approached me, taking me by my arms. Once they proceeded to carry me off, I frantically rushed out, my voice rising with each word, "My aunts, where are they? What did you do to them?! What did you do with the rest of the witches?"I kicked out my legs, surprised when I found they were bare. My breath hitched once I took in the state of my dressing. I was in different clothes: someone had changed me.My gaze connected with the stocky vampire from before. He gave me a slow, sickly smile at the realization in my gaze.My eyes widened. "You pervert!" I kicked wildly, fighting against the strong holds on my arms. "I would turn you into a pig
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