Cure Lycanthropy Novels & Stories

It was Bastian who was supposed to answer that. "It was a Lycan," Bastian said. The group reared back in a sharp gasp of fear and suspicion. "Lycans went extinct," the old woman said. Her voice was low, like she was scared of being heard. "In all my lifetime, there has not been one sighting." "They did not go extinct," Bastian replied. "They went into hiding. But they are still alive. Even the curse is real; I saw the tattoos!" Another wave of a fearful gasp.

If I had been asked Noah's age, I would have put him at twenty-eight, at most thirty but I never thought he would be this old. Noah chuckled, " Calm down, I already see the wheels in your head spinning. Lycans are immortal." My head almost spun, It could no longer contain the information Noah was pumping into it. I walked to the chair and sat with my head in between my head. "Did you just say Lycans are immortal? How?" " It's just how we are. Werewolves slowly age but they still die. Lycans rarely age and we don't die. We only die when our mates reject us or when we're killed." He shrugged as if the words he said hadn't just blown my mind.

“So that thing made by a witch is like a cure that kills the wolf gene. So what if she’s given a Lycan blood?” “She’s a Lycan. And I don’t think it diagnostically works when done magically.” When Kindra looked confused, Duke shrugged and added, “You know what I mean.” “Maybe there’s a trigger to wolf out, like threatening her or hurting Cal,” Everlee suggested. “No way,” Lyon disagreed. “She’d been through hell. I won’t support that. All she needs is time to heal.” “If it’s possible, we should try everything, read, do research, or find someone who has gone through as she did. We can ask the elders.”

And his daughter would need it. Although Maury had never heard of anything like a cure for lycanthropy, he read the report that gave him and checked all the research. A few things were new to him so he consulted their scientist about it and he explained them. He was helpful and Maury liked him, so he took the job. Looking back, he knows a lot of it was he was blinded by the idea of curing Bella. But now that they are so close, it is in the final stages, he doesn't have Bella. Adam prince does.

“Be specific. What exactly does it target?” Kendall froze. Just for a second. My heart slammed harder. Say it. Go on. She swallowed. “It… strengthens the body during transformation and…” Her nervous glances made murmurs spread through the hall. I let out a slow breath and stepped forward. “Targets internal bleeding during transformation,” I said clearly. “Lycanthropic Hemorrhagic Fever weakens clotting and slows regeneration.” All eyes turned to me. “My strategy restores both,” I continued. “A regenerative peptide to repair damaged tissue, combined with a clotting stabilizer that prevents excessive blood loss.”

Raising Hein’s pup as my own would have to be enough to still that desire. “Where are the infants, Anderson? This is not all of them.” I gripped his neck and shook him. He uttered a squeak of fright, like the rodent he was. I turned him around to put my face right in his. “You think we are the monsters? You are worse!” “I don’t care what you think of me, Lycan,” his voice shook. “I can cure you of your disease, your curse.” “My disease?” I laughed. “You’re insane, old man. I am immortal.”

My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume. When the moon finally slipped behind the shifting clouds, the last of my strength deserted me. A wave of bile surged up my throat, and I fought the urge to vomit. This was the last shred of my humanity, screaming in guilt at what I had done. Deep down, my wolf side relished in every drop of the meal. “We need to leave now." I mumbled into Layla's subconscious mind. “Give me more time," she grunted, snapping a bone and coating the remains with her saliva, as if leaving her mark.

Meanwhile, Cedric was already standing in front of Lyall. “He’s right. You have to turn into a wolf,” Cedric coaxed. Lyall glared at Cedric. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You know it’s true. We werewolves can heal quickly as long as we’re in our wolf bodies. Especially you, who has a Lycan.” “I won’t change.”

The night he transformed after being kidnapped with his father and his sister, Amber. When Lucifer first told me about Lightning’s transformation and how he saw that same red glow in his eyes, I couldn’t believe it. I went into his room to confirm for myself. Under the moonlight, as he cooed softly, his eyes opened, revealing crimson red. Fear consumed me. Lightning had Lucifer’s curse. He was barely a year old when he began to show the curse and its abilities. Lucifer and I swore to protect him from it—and from himself, but we never succeeded.

Nicole grinned, holding the small vial protectively in her palm. "I know, there's also no cure right? She asked, her eyes lighting up in excitement. Incubus smirked, "There is but it's harder to come by. The cure is the poison but you werewolves did everything to wipe it off the face of the planet." Nicole frowned, "Don't worry, to cure someone who ingested it in liquid form, he or she has to burn it and drink its ashes. I don't think you'll give anyone the chance to think of a cure. You can be magnificently malicious sometimes."