Brandy The Lycan Novels & Stories

Now, I could do as I pleased. Then an unlikely female fell into my lap. Not literally, though not far away. Her mode of transport was unusual, flying piggyback with a wounded hybrid. I toyed with the idea of having him killed – there had to be an effective method – and rejected it. For the moment. Who knew when I might need to take on, not to say best, the Lycan King? And maybe I could use Brandon, persuade him to side with me. I sensed a similar turncoat quality in him as in Hodges, though I could be wrong.

“Alpha Brandon, you can help me to win against the Sergios right? I want to get justice for my parents, and Richelle.” “I believed that there were a lot of werewolves who could fight with them. You see, Lycan Hector may be the Lycan king that he needs to overcome the rules. There are a lot of elders here in this world and I know that they will help us.” “Tomorrow, we will go to the elder's home.” Alpha Brandon whispered before he attacked my lips with so much passion. I moaned when he began sucking my lips, and he even licked them while I was watching him.

“She is one of us now. One of the barbarians she used to hate.” The words struck me like a blow to the chest, and I turned, staring at Ember with wide eyes. But there was no malice in her gaze. If anything, she just looked… proud. As if all that mattered to her was knowing that all of her grueling training had paid off. And strangely, I couldn’t help but agree with her. Eric and Castor exchanged a glance before Castor suddenly stepped forward. “There’s a ritual,” he said. “A… sort of coming of age ritual that all Lycans undergo when they win their first battle.”

It's true, Brother so far is the strongest among werewolves, and there is the fact that he has a physique similar to lycans; he's even a bit larger than Lucious, which I think contributes to his misconception. With that, he wraps a hand around me, dragging me away. I cast a look at Lucious, and he smiles, wiping the blood on the corner of his lips. His composure unsettled me; he should have retaliated. Maybe it's because he values his reputation, and attempted rape is still a serious crime, and they, Lycans, are the law enforcers after all. Even a prince couldn’t brush off an accusation of attempted rape. “Ella, wait!” Brandon’s voice followed us. “I swear, I didn’t know he was behind me. I

After all, everyone already knew how the Lycans view Werewolves. Isla straightened up and turned to her husband. “I hope we don't regret this.” Alpha Xander took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “We won't.” “So?” I interrupted with a light cough. “What about me?” “You're marrying the Lycan king,” Alpha Xander said in a stern tone he had rarely used on me. “And that is final.” I furrowed my brows. “And if I refuse?” Beta Gavin smirked as if he had been expecting that question from me. “Then you will be branded as a traitor of the crown.”

Silas asked, his curiosity piqued. “They might need her for a ritual. But whoever took her definitely possesses magic. I’ll give you an antidote to drink; their magic won’t work on you if you manage to get there, but you’ll still encounter all that I told you about,” Bryan explained. There was a moment of silence before he continued, “Most who have journeyed to the Blackwood Forest never made it back, Silas. Can you do this?” “I am not weak, and you know that. I’m the son of King Nico. We are called Lycans for a reason. I can do it,” Silas responded sharply. A proud smile curved Bryan’s lip.

But there was no way to do that, especially with what I was here for. “I'm sure you heard that Kieran was shot a few months ago." His eyes darkened, “do you want a pity party? Is that why you're here?” His voice held so much irritation as he spoke. “I'm not." I argued. “It's…it's just that…the only thing that really affects Lycans is another Lycan's blood which is mixed with wolfsbane and a witch's spell." “And you're here because My son is half Lycan and my mate is a witch? Unbelievable!"

"Mark me, mate." His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending shivers of anticipation through my entire body. Then came the exquisite pressure of canines lengthening, sharpening—the Lycan part of him responding to the ancient ritual of claiming. When they finally pierced my flesh, the sensation was nothing like the violent tearing of Benjamin's attack. This was sacred, a flash of pain immediately swallowed by pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable.

Cra smiled. “Do you think mine will come then?” Storm asked to no one in particular. “Well, Lylah is a Lycan. She will transform into her Lycan form when you turn twenty-one, maybe.” Tobias started to explain. “Brandon was able to shift into his Lycan or wolf.” “Wow, he could shift into either one.” “Yes,” Tobias smiled. “Cra, can you shift into either one?” Storm asked. “ Yes, but mine are two separate creatures. My Lycan is Hazel, and my wolf is Blue. You won’t know if they will be one in the same or separate creatures until you turn twenty-one.” Cra said.

I glance at her face, which no longer shows anger but a devious smirk. “He’s your stepson. Why are you asking me?” “No reason. I’m just surprised you two are still together, knowing how in love those two were.” It’s as if a bomb explodes in my head. “What are you talking about?” My heart drops. “Oh, looks like the little slut didn’t tell you. But it’s been years—maybe she doesn’t love him anymore. What do I know? See you around, Giovanni.” I hold the glass inches from my lips, shocked. Are they in love? Is she telling the truth? “Cole is different,” Brandi’s words echo in my head, making my heart slam into my chest. What’s different if he raped her too? Is he different because she loves him?