Cure Lycanthropy Novels & Stories

Nadine nodded, listening raptly. "Second, the lycanthropes have one known weakness. They have a very severe, debilitating allergy to silver." Madam Yvonne continued. "So you can kill them with a silver bullet? Just like in the movies?" Nadine asked eagerly. Madam Yvonne rolled her eyes, "Silver bullets. It takes three to five rounds to kill a mature lycanthrope. You can also give it a fatal dose of mercury." "Mercury?" Nadine echoed.

He could barely stand, let alone walk. "Fuck!" He doubted he could make it to a bar in this state. Instead, he would send Lucian to fetch some young girls for dinner "Lucian!" He called struggling to walk. Like all wolves, he was weakened by wolfsbane which was impossible to heal from by ordinary lycans, however, unlike ordinary Lycans, consuming blood gave him an unnatural healing ability.

He bowed, then opened the door and walked out. "And if they do mate?" I asked him again as soon as he sat down, not bothering to mask how I was feeling. "Well, a Lycan's bite is lethal. Lycanthropy refers to madness. So she or he will go mad and die. Why are you asking all these questions?" "No reason; I just got curious. I may need to experiment on new ways to kill people who used to get on my nerves when I worked at the hospital." He snorted, "You may get punished though, but first, both of you need to get mated first for you to be able to kill anyone," he whispered suggestively.

Something made-up of metal as well as glass. Something like... Lantern. Leaving the tall man, the beast jumped towards the one who was holding the lantern just a second ago and... It was the first time when the hungry beast tried to satisfy his never-ending craving. His father's experiment on him to make him the most powerful Lycan King turned out wrong and his beast went wild and uncontrollable. <><>

Opening the largest of the books, she flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for and started reading. ...The most common cause of lycanthropy is to be bitten or contamination by saliva through a breaking of the skin by another lycanthrope [i.e. saliva under the infecting lycanthrope fingernails]; although this condition can also be hereditary. In other cases, lycanthropy is not given any specific cause other than being generally attributed to magic, which may be voluntary (a supernatural power) or involuntary (a curse) ... Usually, the process begins with dry skin, fatigue, and the need to be alone. Slowly, cravings will change and the subject’s body will begin to und

It didn’t sniff, it didn’t twitch. Not even a rustle of a whisker. It didn't even seem to breathe. A cold shiver ran down my spine. That meant what happened in the forrest… It wasn't just luck in the forest, and it wasn't a fluke. I had a gift. I could make them listen and obey. Was it all animals? My mind raced. If I could stop a Lycan, I could survive this. I could find a way out. Maybe I wasn't as helpless as I thought.

"Well, he's been more aggressive lately. And he seems to have an increased sense of smell and hearing." Dr. Stacy nodded. "Yes, those are common symptoms. But don't worry, I have a cure." Damien's heart leaped with hope. "You do? What is it?" Dr. Stacy smiled. "It's a serum I've been working on for years. It's a combination of several compounds that target the specific genes responsible for lycanthropy. I've tested it on mice and it's been successful. I'm confident it will work on your friend." Damien couldn't believe it. He had been searching for a cure for weeks and now someone was offering him a solution. He asked Dr. Stacy how soon they could administer the serum.

I scowled at him. I hadn’t forgotten about my promise to make Lily’s father and all other Praised brother freaks normal again and this was my first step to doing so. The Lycan grew a dirty smirk. The other Lycans were pounding on their cages now and growling like the animals they were, so the atmosphere was noisy, and it made me inch close to the stinky Lycan guard in order to hear what he had to say. “There is no cure for them, Your Highness.” He grinned. “The only cure for them is redemption and death. Redemption, when they kill everyone you love, and death, when they keep killing until their very last breath.”

The thought had haunted her, but she never dared to question it, until Kimberly became the very monster she had sworn to hunt. Squatting before her, she stretched out her hand making Kimberly gulp in fear. “Kimberly, we must stop this,” Rebecca said in a low tone, her gaze fixed on her daughter's sweating body trying to wiggle out of the straps as terror enveloped her. “We can't let this transformation become permanent. This isn't your destiny. Our tradition is clear: we hunt and die as hunters, we never become. I can't let you become this... god forbidden creature. It goes against everything we stand for.” “Now, there's no certain cure for lycanthropy. But there's a way we can get the blood