The Lycan Kings Army (eBook)

Fated mate reverse harem wolf shifter romance

Isaac Freddie (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
324 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-092411-7 (ISBN)

Infos

Dr. Tiana Moon's life shatters the night she saves a mysterious patient with impossible green eyes.

Camden Mason should have died from his injuries, but one touch from Tiana heals him completely awakening powers she never knew she possessed and binding her to an ancient prophecy that demands the ultimate sacrifice.

Camden isn't just any man. He's the Lycan King, and along with his three powerful brothers-noble Byron, fierce warrior Bodie, and strategic mastermind Brian-he's spent centuries searching for their fated mate. The woman prophesied to either save their world or destroy it.

But Tiana is more than they bargained for.

She's the Moon Goddess's chosen vessel, wielding divine power that could reshape the supernatural world.

As the mate bond awakens between all five of them, Tiana discovers she's capable of loving not just one man, but four-each offering her a different piece of her soul she didn't know was missing.

Ancient enemies emerge from the shadows, led by the ruthless vampire queen Kora Dixon, who will stop at nothing to steal Tiana's goddess powers and wage war against humanity.

Betrayal comes from those closest to her, separation threatens to kill them all, and the prophecy reveals its darkest secret: to save both worlds, one of her mates must die by her own hand.

Torn between impossible choices, Tiana must decide what she's willing to sacrifice for love.

But when she discovers the prophecy's true meaning, she realizes the greatest power isn't in death-it's in choosing love over fear, unity over division, hope over despair.

In a world where supernatural beings hide in shadows and ancient curses demand blood, five hearts will unite to break a cycle of hatred that's lasted millennia.

Their love won't just change their lives-it will transform two worlds forever.

Some bonds are worth dying for.

Others are worth living for.

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PROLOGUE: The Ancient Curse

SCREAMS pierced the Highland mist as another child collapsed in the mud, black veins spreading like poison beneath pale skin.

Camden Mason dropped to his knees beside the dying boy, his calloused hands trembling as he pressed against the burning fever that consumed the small body.

"Dion sinn, a Dhia," he whispered in ancient Gaelic, but even as the prayer left his lips, he knew the Christian God had abandoned them.

The supernatural plague had already claimed half his clan in three blood-soaked weeks, and no amount of prayer could stop the darkness that crept through their Highland stronghold like a living shadow.

THUD. Another body hit the ground behind him.

Camden's jaw clenched as he rose, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the dying village.

At twenty-eight, he was the youngest clan leader in Scottish history, thrust into power when the plague took his father.

Now he watched helplessly as his people—his responsibility—withered away like autumn leaves.

 

"Ceannard!" Byron Parrish stumbled toward him, the knight's usually pristine armor splattered with blood and bile. "The eastern village... it's gone. Every soul." His voice cracked on the last word. "Women, children, elders... all of them."

 

Camden's three blood brothers stood behind Byron like pillars of bare rage.

Bodie Logan, the berserker whose battle-axe had never known defeat, now looked broken as he cradled a dead infant.

Brian Wilkins, the strategic mind who could outthink any enemy, stared at his maps with hollow eyes—what good were tactics against an invisible killer?

"How many?" Camden's voice was granite, but his heart was ash.

"Forty-three in the eastern village," Brian reported mechanically.

"Sixteen more fell here since dawn. At this rate..." He couldn't finish the calculation they all knew by heart.

Seven days. Seven days until every MacLeod, every Campbell, every soul under Camden's protection would be nothing but bones bleaching in the Highland wind.

 

CRACK! Lightning split the sky without warning, illuminating the ancient stone circle that crowned the hill above their village.

The standing stones—older than memory, older than Christ, older than the Romans who'd tried and failed to conquer these lands—pulsed with an otherworldly silver light.

"The old gods," whispered Moira, the clan's eldest woman, her gnarled finger pointing toward the circle. "They're calling, Ceannard.

The old gods remember when the world was young."

Camden's blood ran cold. His Christian upbringing warred with the older, deeper knowledge that ran in Highland veins—the knowledge that some powers predated the cross, some magics that slumbered in stone and stream and moonlit glen.

"Superstition," Byron muttered, but his hand moved instinctively to the iron cross at his throat.

BOOM! Thunder answered, and the silver light intensified until it painted the entire village in ethereal radiance.

The dying stopped screaming. Healthy people stopped breathing. Even the wind held its breath.

 

Then She appeared.

The Moon Goddess materialized within the stone circle like liquid starlight given form. Taller than any mortal woman, her skin gleamed with the pale luminescence of fresh snow under winter moonlight.

Her hair flowed like spun silver, and Her eyes... Her eyes held the wisdom of every night since time began, the sorrow of every lover separated by death, the fierce protection of every mother defending her young.

When She spoke, her voice resonated in their bones, in their blood, in the very stones beneath their feet.

"CAMDEN MASON."

He found himself walking toward the circle without conscious thought, his brothers flanking him like they had in a hundred battles.

But this was no earthly enemy they faced—this was divinity itself, ancient and terrible and beautiful beyond mortal comprehension.

"Your people suffer," the Goddess continued, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "The plague that devours them is not of this world.

It comes from the shadow realm, sent by those who would see all light extinguished."

 

"Then stop it," Camden demanded, his leader's authority intact even before a deity.

"You have the power. Save them."

The Goddess smiled, and it was like watching the moon rise over a battlefield—beautiful and terrible and tinged with inevitable sorrow.

"Power demands payment, mortal. Magic requires sacrifice.

I can save you people, but the price..." She gestured, and images flashed in the air between them—Camden and his brothers transformed, no longer fully human, blessed with supernatural strength and speed and senses, but cursed to live forever while everyone they loved aged and died.

"We'll pay for it," Camden said without hesitation. "Whatever the cost."

"Ceannard, no," Byron grabbed his arm. "You don't understand what you're—"

"I understand perfectly." Camden's green eyes blazed with determination. "I understand that children are dying while we debate.

I understand that I swore an oath to protect these people with my life. If the price is my humanity, so be it."

Bodie stepped forward, his massive frame radiating lethal calm.

"Where Camden goes, we follow. We are blood brothers. We live together or die together."

"Aye," Brian nodded, his tactical mind already calculating the implications. "Four is stronger than one. If this curse must be borne, we'll bear it together."

Byron's hand tightened on his sword hilt, then slowly released. "For the clan.

For the innocent. For honor." He knelt beside Camden. "We accept your bargain, Goddess."

The Moon Goddess studied them with ancient eyes, and Camden felt Her gaze pierce through flesh and bone to examine his very soul.

Whatever She found there must have satisfied Her, because She nodded slowly.

"So be it. But know this, Camden Mason, the gift I give comes with a price beyond what you imagine. You will become the first of a new breed, neither fully human nor fully beast.

You will have strength to protect, speed to hunt, senses to track any enemy. But you will also have hunger—for blood, for flesh, for the hunt itself."

She raised Her hands, and silver light began to coalesce around Her fingers like liquid moonbeams.

"More than this—you will be immortal, but you will be alone.

Love will be denied to you until the wheel of fate turns full circle and brings your mate's soul back to this world. Only then will your curse become blessing."

"How long?" Camden asked, though he dreaded the answer.

"Time is a river, mortal. It flows as it will. But I will give you this comfort—when she returns, you will know her instantly. Your souls are bound across lifetimes, across death itself."

The silver light intensified, and Camden felt power rushing toward them like a tidal wave of liquid starlight.

But just before it struck, the Goddess spoke again, and Her words would echo in his mind for eight centuries to come:

"One more thing, Camden Mason. Your mate will not be yours alone."

 

"What?" Camden's eyes widened, but the power was already upon them.

"She will be bonded to all four of you, for your combined strength requires her combined love to balance it.

Four hearts, one soul. Four protectors, one queen. This is the price and the gift—you will share everything, including her."

The silver light EXPLODED outward, and Camden's world dissolved into agony and ecstasy, death and rebirth, human weakness transforming into supernatural strength.

His bones lengthened and strengthened. His muscles expanded and hardened.

His senses sharpened until he could hear every heartbeat in the village below, smell every tear, taste every prayer in the wind.

But the physical transformation was nothing compared to the spiritual one.

He felt his soul stretching, expanding, connecting to his three brothers in ways that transcended blood and oath.

They were no longer just allies—they were pack, bound by magic deeper than marriage, stronger than death.

When the light faded, four men knelt in the stone circle, but they were no longer entirely human.

Their eyes glowed with inner fire—Camden's green, Byron's blue, Bodie's amber, Brian's silver. Their canine teeth had elongated into fangs.

Their fingernails had become claws. And beneath their skin, they could feel the beast stirring, waiting for the moon's call.

"It is done," the Goddess said, and already She was beginning to fade.

"The plague will end with dawn. Your people will live. But remember, Camden Mason—power without love is tyranny.

Strength without compassion is destruction. Guard your hearts as carefully as you guard your people, for when your mate returns, she will need all four of you to be worthy of her trust."

"Wait!" Camden struggled to his feet, his new strength making him clumsy.

"When will she come? How will we find her?"

 

But the Goddess was already gone, leaving only the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the echo of Her final words:

"She will find you when the time is right. In a place of healing, when you are most in need. Look for the one who bears the moon's own name, for she carries my blessing in her blood."

The stone circle fell silent. The four newly made Lycans stared at each other, seeing their own transformation reflected in their brothers' faces.

They were no longer human,...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 23.6.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-092411-3 / 0000924113
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-092411-7 / 9780000924117