Lyceon - The dark lord

Lyceon walked inside the club alone as his men left behind to examine the whole area to smell any kind of danger and vile scents of the bloodsuckers who may create trouble to stop his little mission from fulfilling.

The smell of cigars, sex and sweat with different unpleasurable scents filled his sharp senses but his face seemed unfazed devoid of any twitch of disdain or vexation.

He was immune to these kinds of shitty scents and senses for years. His main concern was to catch those fucking suckers who were playing dirty sitting behind the crimson curtains and getting on his nerves. After all He has been waiting for years and no one can hinder his hunt in any way possible.

His regal aura and menacing steps into the narrow walls of the shady club allured the attention of few women including she-wolves and humans too. The wet and dreamy gaze of them didn't faze him a bit let alone tempting.

The high-end club 'Dark eclipse' is situated in the New York city area where all kinds of creatures and shifters were equally entitled to join. The owner of the club was the shifter who gave access to everyone to have fun as it is adjoined by all territories from all the packs of Supernaturals.

Lyceon seldom attracts attention because of his original royal bloodline. He prefers to be elusive and confidential about this among the crowd unless and until the problem walked to him itself and now the problem had left the footprints behind which He followed to erase it permanently.

"Hey handsome. Wanna join me in room number nine?" A tall woman approached him, blocking his way. Her sultry voice and shortage of clothing on her thin body almost ruined his good mood. The red lipper she applied on her augmented lips was a big turn off because it was giving a bloodsucking vibes which He hates to the core.

Only if his Angel wears it then the whole scenario would be so different. His lips twitched remembering her innocent emerald eyes and sweet voice. He would be ecstatic the day He would claim her. He and his lycan had imagined her in any way possible.

Lyceon tilted his head, calculating her intentions with keenness. She seemed fresher and surely unaware of his identity. A twisted thought jumped in his mind making him smirk which misled the woman. He walked near her, intimidating her with his dominating aura. She shivered with his proximity.

"If you won't get the fuck away from my way, I will rip your heart out, sweetheart." He said calmly. A cold shiver ran down her spine with his words as she gulped audibly. With a shivering body, she stepped aside as his enraged vibes dawned upon her. Her group of friends witnessed Him from far.

Lyceon ignored the hungry gazes of the women and walked ahead. He never had any appeal in these kinds of women. He halted to the red wooden door. He twisted his neck, closing his eyes and Inhaling deeply before the filthy scent wafted his nose. And a vicious smirk played on his face.

Blood!

He smelled the blood!

He kicked the door open and looked inside to see the two fuckers drinking from the teenage girl's neck who was quivering in their hold with ashen face. The bloody fuckers were killing her to the death. Their heads raised at the interruption and large canine fangs appeared to protrude from their mouths at Lyceon in warning.

"Having the pleasure, fuckers." The lycan king snickered before stepping inside, shutting the door behind him. His voice was deep and rich.

Both vampires growled before one of them charged at him with his exceptional speed and pounced on him with intent to harm him but Lyceon gripped his neck halfway, slowly raising him up with one hand. Only then, did that bloodsucker's sense knock him out of the bloody haze that captured him with the enticing blood of the human.

He thrashed in Lyceon's hold while baring his canines at Him. Another one shoved the half-dead girl away before licking his bloody lip and advanced ahead to help his mate.

Lyceon threw the former one into the one corner of the room and caught the new prey who lunged himself in His slaying hands. Lyceon slammed him into the wall before twisting his wrist of the hand in which he had held the injection to attack Lyceon but Lyceon had already seen it coming. The vampire howled in pain when his bones cracked.

Lyceon knew very well the poisonous fluid-filled syringe of Aconite which is used for drugging the wolves.

He cocked his brow at their idiocy and in ridicule. Did these morons really think it will stop him from slaughtering their pathetic self?

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On the above, did they really think it could affect HIM, the Lycan king? King of the kings. Who was not a mere fucking wolf?

Shaking his head, Lyceon tilted his head and pulled his bottom lip behind his teeth and it broke into a grin which screamed death.

"You really tried to do a pup thing and you failed. Now now, let me do YOUR thing, deadmeat."

Lyceon rasped and the next thing happened his claws extended and He penetrated sharply and violently onto his victim's chest, Piercing through his flesh all the way into his heart and plucking the damn dead thing out of his system before tossing his mute and useless body away.

Lyceon hummed looking at the blood dripping heart and turned to see the other mate while grinning and crushing it in his palm. The blood gushed out of his flesh filled fist.

The former vampire seemed terrified by the sight in front of him. He understood the man was not some ordinary wolf or shifter. His dark and dangerous aura already suffocated the inside walls.

"I can sniff the dread on your veins, sucker." Lyceon said, his smooth velvety voice was too calm as He approached his other victim who snapped his long pointed canine teeth at Him disguising his trepidation.

Lyceon looked at the girl barely breathing on the floor. Throwing the trash in his hand around He clasped the other vampire's neck and snarled.

"Tell your fucktard master that the Dark Lord is coming for him soon, so stop fucking play his puppets around unskillfully and learn better techniques next time."

Saying this Lyceon bit his own wrist and poured his blood into that vampire's mouth forcefully who seemed terrified by the little stunt. Obviously, He didn't know who Lyceon was and underestimated his powers.

The venom in his blood lets people breathe for only a few hours till they become as good as the skeleton. He rarely uses this weapon amongst his enemies. And that sucker was lent a few hours to send the message to his master. Lyceon thrust him into the direction of a closed door who didn't take next breath before opening it and running out of the place Immediately.

Lyceon walked to the girl and scooted close to her pale face. She had her eyes fluttering every other minute. The bastards sucked enough of her blood, throwing her drained.

By seeing her attire, It didn't take him a second to reckon that she was one of the club strippers who intended to give them a private show but became their victim. He inspected her nerves and mindlinked his men who came instantly and ordered them to get her treated urgently.

This needed to be fucking stop. These forbidden deeds, violence and playing people as per their damn wishes. He needed to call the council again and give his ultimatum.

They are hell-bent on reigning over the territories and take everything under their dirty wings. As if He would let them. He was not protected and disguised since his birth to let these fucktards rule again. His existence has been repressed for a reason. And now He won't let these bloodsuckers take the lives of innocents and make the country deadly zombies.

Today they tried to strike the soul who had become another reason for his powerful stance in a mere day. Who became his solace. He found some light in his dead life after years and they dared to try to snatch it. Morherfuckers need to taste his ambiance. And He will gladly hit their core this time.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

His angel, Allison. The girl the goddess had chosen personally for Him. He comprehend this the second He looked into her emerald eyes in the ball. He understood that she was His. She was born for him only. And they would definitely come to get her.

And He would give or take lives if He had to than to lose her.