Novelas y relatos de Cure Lycanthropy

Sages have debated over the years regarding the source of this disease, but have never arrived at a conclusion. However, two decades ago, a scholar from The Tower has formulated a cure for Lycanthropy. The wizards didn't waste any time and went on an aggressive campaign to cure anybody who was believed to be suffering from it. But not everyone wanted to part from such power, and the Silver Moon Order was known to take in drows who refused to be cured from Lycanthropy.

I ask. “I am just here to help in return of power.” I avert my gaze to November's unmoving body. “And my blood will not heal her?” “The parasite in her is eating her from the inside out. The cure needs to be something that repels that parasite. Your blood is evil.” He swallows. “And so is the poison. Your blood will only amplify the parasite and speed up her death. But Rome's blood is purer. It has not been cursed like yours. So, it has an element that repels the parasite. Evil and good cannot coexist in the same body, so one will have to leave— the parasite will leave. Once she takes a sip of the Lycan's blood, she will be healed.”

"I haven't done anything to you yet. I will deal with you when I come back." Logan lowered his head as he walked away. His words were already healed, even the broken bones had already fixed themselves back. Lycans could only be killed by tearing their head off their or by driving a stake through through heart. They had the ability to heal rapidly. They all shifted back into wolves and ran into the darkness. "Do you feel better now?" He asked, caressing my cheeks and looking me straight in the eye. I nodded, fight the urge to succumb to tge feel of his hands on my cheeks which sent sparks all over my body.

“I wasn’t sure it was you until you healed everyone…if you hadn’t done that, the curse I cast would never have taken.” “Good to know,” I say. “I won’t do it again.” I turn around and start to stomp through the forest, back to the SUV. Lucille comes running up behind me, easily keeping pace despite her age. “Are you a Lycan?” I ask just to make conversation. “No. I’m a bit of … I'm a mutt, really. My father was a Cambion and my mother was a hybrid human-wolf.” “What does that make you?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

I realize that in my haste last time, I hadn’t read it through completely. It read, “...Though, the mentioned cure to blight of ingesting Lycan blood is a temporary one. This, as said above, is to draw out the hidden Lycans of ancient bloodlines and in return, with the Lycans being taken away, the wolves will eventually lose their lives.” My breath hitches. “The death sentence cannot be escaped as due to the mutual enmity that runs between Lycans and wolves, as providing a permanent cure will involve drastic means that could involve losing one's Lycan spirit permanently.”

Sage woke strapped to a metal table. Silver restraints. They burned her wrists and ankles. Made shifting impossible. The lab coat woman stood over her. “I’m Dr. Sarah Wright. I developed the lycanthropy cure.” “There is no cure. We’re born this way.” “You were. But I can change that.” Dr. Wright held up a syringe filled with blue liquid. “This serum rewrites your DNA. Removes the genetic markers that allow transformation. One injection and you’re permanently human.”

he said with a smile on his face. Lucian woke up late in the day, he look around him, he was alone on the bed, she must have left when he had dozed off, he stood up and walk to the mirror then he took off his robe to take a look at his back, the wound from the knife cut had healed and what was left on his back was a clear drawing of a howling head of werewolf, it looks so clear and every line of the drawing looks perfect. "So this was the black magic ritual," Lucian turn to leave but he felt a sudden grip of pain in his head, his eyes turned blood red as how they turned during the ritual, and he fell on his knees from the pain, his body vibrated and his temperature rise.

“Okay, so when can we do this?” “The next blood moon is in 1 year according to our predictions” “YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME” – I shout punching the wall “I am sorry Alpha, but it is a really complex spell and without the witch casting it we have to wait” “So if we find Lorena before the blood moon we can undo it?” “Yes” – they both say I mind link Ed “Get your ass in my office” He didn’t respond and knocked on the door “come in” – I say