Cure Lycanthropy Novels & Stories

Their silver hair, believed to bear semblance to the moon goddess, was what identified her as a Hawthorne and nothing more. While her family, though late, were remembered for the gifts—her father had great strength, one that rivaled the lycans despite being a wolf shifter if not surpassing most of them. Her brother possessed the ability to heal, not just himself, but others too. His battle prowess was sung by many.

I smirk when I hear her say, “Why are you worried about me? Have you seen yourself?! We need to get you to the pack doctor!” Cassian growls at the wolf in front of us and demands, “Shift!” The wolf ignores us and Cassian growls in frustration before grabbing him by the nape of his neck and throwing him on the ground. The wolf still didn’t respond so Cassian called for some patrol members to take him away. Once he was gone we both looked over at Charlotte and Sebastian. Most of Sebastian’s wounds have already been healed, thanks to his wolf’s enhanced abilities. I crouch down to look at Charlotte and I ask, “Are you alright?”

His voice cracked with emotion as he shouted, his words laden with pain, "Don't come closer to me!" Ryle's voice trembled as he uttered the words, his voice barely a whisper amidst his tears, "I... don't... have... Lycan... blood... in me?" The realization pierced his heart, leaving him feeling as if his very essence had been stripped away. The truth continued to unravel before him, each revelation more devastating than the last. Ryle's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and despair as he questioned his origins, "I am... born... out of... wedlock?" The weight of those words settled heavily upon his young shoulders, understanding the societal implications they held.

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.

“The Moon Goddess broke the Bond into two major parts and one minor. One major she gave to the lycans, another major part she gave to the werewolves, and she used the minor part to save Moratia’s fading soul.” “They said the Bond summon was a success. Does that mean Carys has the Bond in its complete form inside her right now?” I asked. Joshua nodded. “Yes. Unfortunately. But that’s not it. They have upgraded the Bond. They have made it stronger than it ever was by mixing it with the dragon’s twin flames, the Elvan bond and the human soulmate bond. The three men you saw on the dais with her donated their bonds to her. They didn’t use the blood link of vampires because when they tested Carys,

“In the flesh,” the man grinned, revealing pearly white teeth and canines that would never quite recede fully. I had never met a lycan. They were the things of legends, almost. They weren’t natural, as in they were not born. They had to be turned, akin to the human mythology of werewolves. Lycans retained their full wolf form, but with greater strength, speed, and stealth in both skins. The mark of a lycan, though, came at a cost. They were more bound to the moon, as only the moon could turn a wolf to a lycan. The loss of an opportunity to find your mate, and near immortality.

The curse no one knew about befell me and had entirely turned me to a monster. Every full moon, I become a ferocious creature under my Lycan beastly form and hunt down my mate like a prey. I would return to my normal state only after I murdered and devoured her heart. It was horrifying because I would be fully conscious of what I was doing, and every scream, cry and wailing she let out would never leave my head.

He said, “You will know in the right time.” “So this is the right time?” I said with the hint of understanding. Just now, I can felt the howl that pierce through the heart of the forest. And just in an instant, I was caught by one of the guard! “They never transform,” I remember dad words as I laid my eyes to the looking ordinary yet walked so fast that my eyes only saw the afterimage of a creatures. “But they are powerful within the boundary of the Thousand Mountain!”

Her lips part slightly, but she remains silent. "Veronique could not undo the will of a god, but she promise to alter it," I continue. "She offered Lykaon a choice. She could lessen his suffering, allow him and his descendants to keep their minds, their sanity. But the price would be steep. The wolves would forever be bound to the cycle of the moon. They would retain their monstrous nature, but would be able to control it. They will be able to shift to their human, humano and wolf form at will. Veronique, then with the aid of a powerful spell, divide the powers in Lykaon and dispersed it to Lykaon's descendants, including their human mates. Thus, the wolves gained the hierarchy, order, and a

“That is strange, but fine. I can do that.” She looked at me from the corner of her eye. “I am not finished. After that, he must drink the potion.” “That is easy,” I said. “So what is the problem?” Her lips curved into a slow smile. “He has to drink it from your mouth.” I launched my gaze at her, shocked by what she said. “You are joking.” “I am not,” she said, trying not to laugh. “The cure needs shared energy. It must pass from you to him through direct contact. It is part of the old Lycan method.”