All Chapters of The Lycan King: [Lan Farrow]: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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.

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

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

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