A Mate For The Last Lycan Novels & Stories

I tried to reach my mate through the bars, I never thought in a million years I would ever have a mate, but I did. My Lycan wanted to rip Visux apart and save our mate. She was beautiful and strong even for her small size. I didn’t care that I had to share her as long as she lived.

Unlike a traditional werewolf who can only transform unwillingly under the full moon, the Lycan has complete control over their transformation at any given time. When a female Lycan gives birth, most of her pups will be boys. The adult males discovered that finding a mate with other wolves is difficult. There are just not enough females to go around and many of the males detect a match in a human. Each male Lycan is destined to have at least one mate; a soulmate who was deemed worthy for them by the Gods of War. The same is said for the female Lycans except, it is the Triple Moon Goddesses who choose the male deemed worthy. As the term applies, these mates are bonded by soul and fate will al

"There was one flaw. Just one. The Moon Goddess didn't bless Min Kung with a mate. A soul mate fit for a faithful son was the one gift he was waiting for. The most sacred of all. He didn't show his disappointment. He kept his duty to all of us. We all knew he was lonely. We can see it in his eyes." "What happened?" Intrigued, MJ propped her chin on her palm. Listening intently. "Our king has two beasts. His wolf and his Lycan. Not all of us had seen the latter for he was only let out only when necessary. Like in countless battles. They say his Lycan was the scariest to set your eyes upon on. His eyes always flaring in rage. Like the devil's. His fangs were as sharp and as deadly as the Exca

she says suddenly, and I look toward her. Slight curiosity stirs in my gut. She seems intent on sharing something important with me. "We can kill them with ease, but sometimes their numbers overwhelm us...Each Lycan lost is devastating to us. Over the centuries, we have lost many pack members...friends...family members. It takes us a long time to breed, so our numbers don't replenish as easily as the thirsty ones do. We can only reproduce with our mates, and it may take a Lycan centuries to meet their mate. Our mates are our other halves. The half of our soul that was split from ours when we were created. Mates are special. You can physically harm your mate with only words. They are tied to

“Well, not everyone knows that and even if they did, not all of them would accept it. Your father would sooner kill me than let you be mated to the likes of me! I am a werewolf; you are a lycan. Such union has never been heard of and it shall not start with us.” Ryker was right, after all; she was only looking out for me. To the rest of the pack, we were not mates and I already knew how my father would react to the news. Miatta left to protect what we had but I was too selfish to see it. However, I was not ready to dismiss the possibility that we could be together openly in the future. When my father dies, I would become the new Lycan King and then, I could be with whomever I wanted. After m

So i decided to rest a little. But the moon goddess had other ideas for me because i heard noises and footsteps coming down the stairs. The broken door was still broken so they just walked in. Alpha Sol and Alpha Nick, walked in. Alpha Nick was only twenty one but was soon going to take over the pack. He was handsome and charming and everyone hoped he will be their mate. I won't lie, I have always fantasized about him being my mate and rescuing me from my misery. In my perfect imagination I would become his wife and will take my rightful place besides him ruling the Pack.

One of the others mutters. “Ryan, we can at least listen to your brother!” Mother frowns at him, “That goes for you two as well!” “Why are Wolves working with Lycans?” Ryan asks me. “Because of Luna Emilia’s daughter.” All of them had their eyes on me now. They wanted more information. “Blue is mated to Jaxon.” I look to my mother. There was not going to be an easy way to explain this. “Your twin?” Ryan mutters with a cocked eyebrow.

“I also heard they are very rare to find. Some Lycan kings died without ever finding their true mates and only mated other female to get an heir” “Atlas, the Lycan's only weakness” ... Conversations like these were all over the place and I listened with curiosity. I didn't notice that I had slowed down in my pace because of it. Tyler angrily grabbed my hand and pulled me along forcefully with a fake smile on his face so as not to look suspicious.

She asked to be sure. "Exactly." "Was it?" She asked and he looked at her. "What do you think?" She shrugged her shoulders. "It was." He replied. "Is that why you make the human sacrifices every year?" "What do you expect? We were told that was the only way to stop the curse." "Did it?" "No." He exhaled heavily. "I heard so much about lycans, people believe they are devil's in disguise, more dangerous than a werewolf. They have no emotions, that is why Zeus had punished them."

Now, I needed to come up with the perfect robotic speech to make my mother proud. It was awful to think about, but I hated her. She was the bane of my existence. A thorn in my ass. Her prickly personality was one that I couldn’t stand, but had to tolerate until I took my title, which she refused to allow until I meet my mate or take in a chosen that she approves of. As a Lycan, we are able to finally sense our mates at twenty-one years old. I’ve only got nine months left. Nine. Excruciatingly. Long. Months.