Brandy The Lycan Novels & Stories

Lycan- we are dressed wolf! Lori- oh! Lycan- what are you doing here and who are you? Lori- I am Lori , I just want to pass. Please. Lycan- well Lori, I am Brandon the king of lycans... Now I will ask again who are you? And don't lie to me I can smell the army of wolfs coming for you! Lori- I am xander's mate, soon to be Luna of Bloodmoon pack. Brandon- I see, well we you being here is making problems which will lead to blood shed and death! So why don't you go back?

He stepped forward, defending his daughter, "My king, Brandy did nothing wrong. She fought Lily in a challenge that Lily accepted willingly. She shouldn't be punished, as she didn't know about Lily's true identity." A lycan, who had been observing Brandy, spoke up, revealing wolfsbane hidden in her clothes. "She is guilty of possessing an illegal substance and using it against one of her kind." Gasps and murmurs erupted among the crowd. Wolfsbane was a dangerous and forbidden substance, obtainable only through the hunters, their mortal enemies. Matthew's need to defend Brandy faded as quickly as he thought it. He could not support her or it would mean he would be going to jail as well.

I watched each of the girls panic trying to break away from the chains that were tied to their hands . I tried her best to be calm as I could see everyone here , but my heart was thumping hard on her chest . I thought that the light was coming from the moon , , but when she saw everyone running for their lives , I turned and that was when I met the greatest shock of my life . There was a monster standing on top of the hill directly under the moon . It was a human in an animal body , it had a muscular body covered in fur , sharp claws and fangs and its eyes were shining brightly in dark brown .

Her innate wisdom, combined with Kavan's guidance, steered the pack toward a future where fear and prejudice had no place. In the heart of the Silver Crest Pack, a grand library was established, filled with ancient texts and scrolls, documenting not just the pack's history but also the stories of other lycan communities. It became a center of knowledge, where young lycans and experienced elders alike gathered to learn, discuss, and share their wisdom.

" That shows that my son is really doing his job." My lips stretch with a huge grin. Not minding what's up, mother smiles along as she hears her mate showering so much love on her son. She loves it so much when she's being worshipped with songs; which woman wouldn't? And I understand why she had to advise me to make sure to take care of my mate and make her happy at all times. But how's that going to be possible when shewolves don't think like the male counterparts? "But son," father's voice rotates my gaze back to him. "That Lycan isn't really as deadly as we all think… remember they teamed up with us to fight against the witches."

It was her that I was drawn too. "Whoa! Calm down, Brandon. We can't go after a Lycan. Did you not see what happened earlier? White magic ripped at his skin and barely hurt him. One blast to us and we would be seeing our goddess. He is more powerful than this whole pack."

Chapter 33- Mark Me! **Warning Sexual content** I never expected to see the fear on his face. “Hey,” I coo to him as I pull his body back onto mine. “I need to know.” I calmly state. “Briar, it is not known in the Lycan world to ever use protection.” Instantly I regret my question as he removes himself from my body and paces the room. “What are the chances that I am pregnant after last night?” I ask him, and his face goes white. “I don’t want to lie to you.” “Then don’t, and in return, I won't lie to you.” I insist as I sit in bed and pull a pillow in front of me. “You do not need to hide yourself from me.” Sadness fills him as he looks at my pillow.

"Did you know Lycan blood, blessed by goddess fire, can break any bond? Even Luna bonds?" Before I could react, he moved – not toward me, but toward Dimitri. The blade carved across Dimitri's chest, drawing blood that sparkled with divine light. Marcus collected it in a vial, his shadow-half already retreating toward the portal. "Now I can break your bond from within. Every time he bleeds, I'll be there. Every time you touch, I'll feel it. You've made him divine, sister. And divinity can be corrupted." I threw everything I had at him – fire that could burn souls, light that could shatter darkness. But the pregnancy, newfound and fragile, made me falter. The power surge peaked, crashed, and I

he replied without shame. I turned slowly to see Brandon standing behind his desk now, hands braced on the wood. A jaw set similarly to mine looked back at me. Brandon was my pride and joy. He was a carbon copy of me except for his eye color. My eyes were the clearest sign of my lycan, a trait that Brandon unfortunately did not inherit. “You are an Alpha, Brandon,” I said. “Why are you begging?” His eyes flashed. “I am not begging.” “You are asking for what you should have built yourself.”

"We’re Lycan royalty. The Blackwood name isn't just a business brand. It’s a crown. My 'gang'? That’s a military front to keep our borders safe. Silas’s companies? They fund the war we’ve been fighting for centuries." ​"I don't care about your wars!" I yelled. "I'm a human! I have a life!" ​"That's the part you aren't getting," Alaric said softly. He leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. "By sleeping with me, the Mark didn't just tie you to me. We are triplets. We share a soul, a bloodline, and a throne. You are physically and spiritually bonded to all three of us simultaneously."