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It's 2456 now. Where Lycans, Werewolves, Vampires and Human are living peaceful in this world .No one interface in other matter. Among all of the Lycan King is most dangerous and powerful.

Human even Werewolves, Vampire and other Lycans bow to him..

There are so many things that was considered fact about Jeon Jungkook  The KING of Lycan Blood Pack the biggest kingdom situated in the middle of south.

He was cursed to never going meet his one only fated mate

Jungkook had everything , soit seems. He was cursed by a witch when he was 20 years old, after he wiped out an entire village to avenge his family's death. The last word of the witch was the cursed he laid on him. He remembers it like it was yesterday.

[At twenty, blinded by rage and grief, Jungkook led his army to wipe out an entire village — the last suspected stronghold of the assassins who slaughtered his family. As the village burned, a dying witch dragged herself from the ashes, bloodied but defiant.

With her final breath, she spat the curse that would haunt him for centuries:

“May you live eternal, but know no peace. May love tear your soul apart, and may the one you crave be the one you cannot claim.”

Her voice had ring out follow by loud thunder. Jungkook didn't waste anytime taking her head off her shoulder believing her curse will die with her. He was young and stupid. She cursed him  and she is the only one that would've been able to lift the cursed nut Jungkook killed her.

He spent years blaming himself for it. He spent years going from one priest to another he traveled far and near. But in all of it, he couldn't find any solution. Jeon Jungkook has accepted his fate.

But one day The priest came to Jungkook

In the cold, torch-lit chamber beneath the Lycan stronghold, Jungkook stood before an ancient table carved with runes. His golden eyes burned in the dim light, his claws dragging slow lines across the stone.

Erythas knelt nearby, his head bowed, voice trembling.

“My king… the witch’s body has turned to ash, yes. But her curse…” His fingers twitched as if reaching for unseen threads in the air. “Her curse lives.”

Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence, low and sharp.

“She is dead, priest. Dead by my hands.”

Erythas raised his head, eyes pale with centuries of knowledge.

“Dead, yes. But a witch’s curse does not die with her body. It lives in the blood it’s tied to. You, my king, carry her magic still — woven into your veins, chained to your soul.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. His body tensed, his wolf snarling just beneath his skin.

“And you tell me,” he said coldly, “that the one who can break this chain is a child — not yet born?”

The priest swallowed hard.

“Not just any child. The Omega Queen. Born of human blood, crowned by fate. The prophecy is older than the witch’s bloodline, older even than the Lycans.” He met Jungkook’s gaze, trembling but unflinching.

“The witch cursed you knowing you would never find your mate — because she believed the Queen would never be born.”

A long, dangerous silence.

Jungkook turned slowly, his black coat whispering across the stone floor.

“So… she was wrong.”

The priest shivered as a faint smile tugged at the corner of the king’s mouth — cold, sharp, merciless.

“Yes, my king,” Erythas whispered. “She was wrong.”

Jungkook’s golden eyes flicked toward the crimson moon burning outside the tower window.

 Erythas, is not just an ordinary priest — he’s a seer who serves the Lycan King.

He has spent centuries interpreting ancient scrolls, celestial signs, and supernatural shifts. On the night of the crimson moon, he feels a cosmic disturbance — like a crack through the spiritual world. The old prophecies that have sat dormant for hundreds of years suddenly activate, and Erythas has a vision.

He only knows the time (the Omega Queen will be born during the crimson moon).

He doesn’t know where the child will be born or who it will be.

He only knows this is the first event powerful enough to threaten or break Jungkook’s curse.

From that day on, Jungkook ruled unchallenged — a king no blade could kill, no army could dethrone. But at night, in the silence of his chambers, his wolf howled not for blood… but for the mate he feared he could never have.

The witch is dead — but the curse she left behind is alive.

In this world, a witch’s curse is like an immortal force. Even after the witch’s body dies, her magic remains bound to Jungkook’s blood and soul.

The prophecy about the Omega Queen existed long before Jungkook’s time — it was written in old myths.

Many believed the prophecy was just a legend — until the crimson moon returns and the Omega’s birth sets the magic stirring.

Jungkook, for centuries, ignored the myth — because without the Omega Queen’s existence, the curse was unbreakable.

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Jeon Jungkook

Lycan King

800 years old

He stopped aging at 30. At his prime biggest blessing ever. At 800 he is still looking like he was in his youth.

Appearance : Forever 30; tall, regal, with sharp features that hint at both his werewolf strength and vampire allure. His eyes carry the weight of centuries.

Origin : Born from a forbidden union — a vampire mother and a werewolf father — Jungkook was the first and only Lycan, blending immortality with raw primal power.

Powers: Superhuman strength, speed, and senses

Near-immortality (does not age past 30)

Command over both werewolves and vampires

Mind control abilities inherited from his vampire bloodline

Reputation : Feared across realms as the ruler of werewolves, vampires, and Lycans

Known as the Heartless King — in 800 years, he has never found a mate

Legends claim the Lycan King is cursed to roam eternity alone, his heart untouchable, his soul incomplete

Myth Prophecy:

“When moonlight meets royal blood, when the Queen of Men awakens, the King shall bleed — and be made whole."

[important note - He was born in Werewolf Pack. But because of his mother is Vampire immortality and his father's werewolf power he was born as a Lycan. That's why he is known as Lycan King. He is the most powerful and fearless Lycan in the world. He the ruler of Werewolf, Vampire and Lycan. Most important he is also a heartless Lycan.]

Human World Title: No.1 Mafia King and CEO of the world’s most powerful multinational empire

His personality cold, rough, aggressive, extremely possessive, obsessed, have high anger issue, rude, emotionless, hate 2face b****ch, gold digger and totally merciless. The witch’s curse twisted his soul, locking away his ability to trust, love, or show tenderness — making him the heartless king feared across worlds.

Everyone  fear from him eventually to call him merciless beast and even his aggressive nature was fuel in a fire as he still didn't found his mate his nature become more aggressive. All just stay away when he walked in a way. His wolf became more aggressive during his rut but he used to chain himself in the basement bcoz he want to give his virginity only to his mate

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JK's Lycan Wolf

Name :– RAVEN

In his beast form, Jungkook towers over all other wolves. His Lycan body is massive, midnight black fur shot through with streaks of silver from his vampire bloodline. His eyes glow crimson when enraged, and his claws can tear through steel. Unlike ordinary werewolves, he walks upright like a predator king — a terrifying blend of man and beast.

Instincts & Behaviour : Dominant Alpha: No wolf, vampire, or creature dares challenge him; his presence alone forces submission.

Possessive & Territorial: His mate becomes his ultimate obsession — anyone who touches or threatens him is marked as prey.

Aggression & Bloodlust : When provoked, Jungkook shifts without hesitation, driven by rage, hunger, and centuries of bottled fury.

Cursed Control : The witch’s curse makes his shifts harder to control, and during moments of extreme anger or jealousy, his beast can break free even in the human world.

Appearance in battle : When he is on the battlefield his roars shake the earth, and his mere presence scatters armies. His fangs are long enough to crush bone, and his voice — even in beast form — can command or shatter minds.

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For many years, Rocky and Reena ruled the KGF empire with unmatched power — but their hearts ached for the one thing they couldn’t command: a child. After years of heartbreak, they chose to adopt. The boy they welcomed became their light, their firstborn in love if not in blood.

The great KGF palace had been filled with power, wealth, and victory

Rocky, the iron-fisted king of KGF, ruled with unmatched strength. Yet at night, in the privacy of their chambers, he watched Reena with quiet desperation, knowing even his empire could not give her the one thing they longed for.

The KGF empire was no longer just mines, gold, and underground power — it was a billion-dollar multinational giant, with skyscrapers in Mumbai, Dubai, New York.

But at the heart of it all stood Rocky and Reena, the king and queen of this modern empire. But their home was quiet. No child’s laughter. No tiny footsteps running across marble floors.

Arjun, adopted at age eight, had become their pride and joy. Now eighteen, sharp-eyed and fiercely loyal, he was the heir the world saw. But even Arjun knew: behind Reena’s elegant smile, behind Rocky’s ruthless ambition, there was an emptiness they never spoke of.

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The old woman came during Navratri.

She appeared at the mansion gates — frail, silver-haired, dressed in a simple sari, eyes clouded with something deeper than age.

The guards tried to turn her away, but Reena noticed from the balcony and called her inside.

In the quiet of the prayer room, the old woman spoke:

“Your child will come. But not in the way you expect.”

Rocky crossed his arms, skeptical.

“We have waited twelve years.”

The old woman smiled softly.

“The gods have waited longer. Your child is fated — born under a crimson moon, marked to change the world. But this child will not belong only to you. He will belong to a destiny beyond time.”

Reena’s breath caught. Arjun, watching from the doorway, frowned in confusion.

“What does that mean?” he murmured.

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...The miracle arrived....

Weeks later, Reena’s doctors called it a medical marvel — a pregnancy no one expected, no one could explain.

Rocky, usually calm and commanding, his hard mask slipping for the first time in years. He pulled Reena into his arms, whispering words only she heard.

Arjun burst into the room, half-laughing, half-crying.

“I’m going to be a big brother? Seriously?”

He threw his arms around Reena, whispering:

“Don’t worry, mom — I’ll protect him.”

Across the KGF empire, celebrations erupted. Lanterns floated into the sky, sweets were passed through the streets, fireworks lit the night.

But in the quiet, the old woman sat again under the temple tree, her voice soft:

“When the crimson moon rises, his story will begin.”

But they didn't know that high above in a land far from human eyes, the Lycan King stirred in his cold, dark throne — as the first whispers of fate reached even him.

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One day High priest — an ancient vampire-wolf hybrid seer named Erythas — senses a ripple in the supernatural realm.

In the middle of a blood ritual meant to strengthen Jungkook’s immortal army, Erythas collapses, his eyes rolling back as a vision strikes.

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...Next Day...

The great stone hall of the Lycan stronghold was silent, save for the crackling of fire. Jeon Jungkook sat on his black throne — tall, powerful, sharp-jawed — his golden eyes fixed ahead like a predator watching prey.

The court below knelt, heads bowed. No one dared speak in the presence of the Lycan King, the most feared ruler the world had known for 800 years. His black suit clung to his battle-hardened frame, his hands rested calmly on the armrests — but his mere presence made the air feel heavy, like the calm before a storm.

Suddenly, the massive doors crashed open.

Erythas, the high priest, stumbled in, his silver robes torn, his face pale as ash. His mouth opened, but no words came — only gasps.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked toward him, cold and unreadable.

“You interrupt my court,” he said in a voice as smooth and cold as steel. “Explain yourself or die where you stand.”

Erythas dropped to his knees, hands clawing at the ground.

“My King— it’s the prophecy! The curse— it’s shifting— the Omega—”

Jungkook rose slowly, each movement precise, coiled with lethal energy. His towering form cast a long shadow as he descended the steps toward the trembling priest.

“Speak carefully,” Jungkook warned, voice low, deadly. “I have no patience for riddles.”

The priest’s eyes rolled back, his mouth trembling as the vision forced its way out:

“Under the crimson moon, the chain is broken.

The Queen is born of mortal womb and royal crown.

The beast’s heart shall bleed,

the curse shall tremble,

and the King shall kneel… or fall.”

The throne room fell into a suffocating silence.

Jungkook stood before Erythas, expression stone-cold, jaw sharp, eyes burning gold. For centuries, his curse had stripped him of the one thing Lycans lived for — the fated mate-bond. And now, a prophecy whispered of its return.

His hands curled into fists. His wolf stirred, restless, violent.

“Where?” he demanded, voice like ice cracking. “Where is this Omega Queen?”

Erythas swallowed hard.

“Born under the crimson moon, my King. Somewhere in the human world. A child, but marked by fate—”

Jungkook leaned in slightly, his gaze sharp enough to cut.

“Find them.” His words were a growl, cold and merciless.

“And pray they are ready. Because when I take what is mine…” His lips twitched into the faintest smirk, sharp and dangerous.

“…I will not be gentle.”

The wolves in the room raised their heads in a chorus of howls, sensing their King’s rising hunger.

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