Cure Lycanthropy Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry you had to go through so much pain." The wolf slumped onto my thigh, crushing my bones, and then shifted. Zephyros lay naked, and I took off my coat and covered him with my old coat. He looked rough and exhausted. "You, Seliora, are the cure to my madness." He groaned in a low voice.

He gently removed her torn up clothes and began to lick her scars, his tongue touching every wound of her body. It wasn't something he would have done normally, but he knew that as the wolves had a faster healing process, so did their saliva have healing properties which would help her body's restoration... and there was, also, the other matter: lycanthropy. Evan hadn't ever known of a case of someone being turned into a wolf due to a scratch or a bite but it could happen... or, at least, that was what he had been told, and with the number of times Lunus had been scratched or bitten, he didn't want to take that chance that she might become a victim of the same curse that he was under. So, he

I shrugged, "Well, my sister brings me books to read and I kind of call him whenever I have questions so I am pretty confident in your culture now" Traian wanted to deliver some books about Shifters to my sister and pack it for me because I still didn't tell him my address for the past two years but I refused. I am afraid someone might have opened those books and read the contents. I don't want to risk anything. Instead, my sister brings the books she has to their house. That's what I read and I finally know about Traian being a Lycan. I still find it hard to believe that I am mated to a Lycan—a superior kind from Shifters. They are stronger, have lived longer than the others, and have a dis

Elara deceived Lycan Lysander with an illusion of Aria’s death, then fatally stabbed him with a silver dagger. Aria, weakened by her pure heart, endured the night, but the elves and their dragon made the ultimate sacrifice, halting the dark forces’ advance. When sunlight revived Aria’s powers, til that time, the entire clan of elves had already vanished into the air. Aria was heartbroken by the death of her people and loved ones. She should have destroyed everything, but being a pure heart witch, she confined vampires in the extreme north in the Cave of Mortis using the “Vampiricus Clausus” spell. Unbeknownst to Aria, Elara’s illusion tricked her into believing the confinement was permanent.

Werewolves were not strong enough to heal naturally against the wounds inflicted by a lycan. So was the case of a woman lasting long enough to satisfy a lycan, let alone bear a child. Their bodies were too fragile which was why we always kept needing new women. Grace’s answer dragged me back out of my thoughts, “Just one under her neck, I have applied the medicine. However, I believe she will sleep through the day as the wound was quite deep.” I recalled Borimir and felt better that I had choked him to death, the same way he had tried to harm Celia.

“ 'Kill her!' 'Burn her!' 'let us hunt her down and tear her apart!' 'Make her wish for death!' The rage of the pack seeps though my skin, making me coil into a fetal position, eyes closed. I just want it to be over. “Alpha Drakon was my uncle, my father and my only family. His death is not to be taken lightly. “ His words silence them. " I do not wish a quick death for her. “ Cora steps forward, softly caressing his back." Which is why I have decided to send her to the land of the undead. “ Loud gasps run across the clearing, the wind howls and the moon watches us like a spectator.

he stated, avoiding her question. “Just answer the damn question! Quit playing with me, you jerk!” she belted at him. “Ah, there’s the typical lycanthrope temper. You know Lily; I have been researching a lot about werewolves and our condition. I’ve created a serum that causes the same effect of a werewolf bite, but it’s much easier on the host since the effects of the change only affected them and don’t have to go through the recovery of the bite. Just a little of it can transform a simple human into one of us. The serum is nearly undetectable; it is odorless and colorless with only a slight taste to it.”

savior and Alaric sat opposite them. "So, as you all know, I've been doing some research for a while now concerning the Alpha." Everyone in the room didn't look surprised because they knew he was talking about the Alpha's bloodlust. "Alpha, I'm sorry to say this, but your bloodlust cannot be cured. It is a curse you have to bear for being a descendant of the Lycanthropes." Desmond's face was an impassive mask. She listened to his heartbeat, calm and controlled, but his fist gripping the seat by her side said otherwise.

When the omega felt satisfied he finally turned away, but then he heard it. A faint sigh, a human sigh. “Raze,” Ford whispered, in a sudden state of panic. “Did you miss one?” We must get them. They have seen too much. Prepare yourself. Within a split second Ford yanked the shirt back off throwing it to the ground and His body began to morph, change. His skin felt like it was being tore apart as he shifted, Raze’s claws barreling out from he center of his stomach. His legs broke into lupine weapons of speed and his neck cracked, his Lycan tearing itself out from within him.

"Nothing more." But I was lying. The moment I touched him, my White Lycan began to howl. She wanted to lick the Rot from his skin. She wanted to mark him, to claim him, to punish him. My hands trembled, and I had to grip the edge of the table to stay upright. "You're shaking, Doctor," Killian said. He turned around slowly, his storm-colored eyes searching my silver mask. "Are you afraid of me?" "I'm disgusted by you," I retorted. I picked up a silver-tipped syringe filled with a glowing blue serum—a concoction of wolfsbane and Lycan enzymes. "This will hurt. It has to burn out the infection before I can heal the tissue."