Diosa Licantropa Novels & Stories

Liam said chuckling. "Exactly, don't come with shit here" Danté said looking at the pretty girl with sleek black hair, and those dazzling red eyes, she was beautiful, typical draculina, in his gut he felt butterflies, or was it tiny vampire bats? Of all the targets his side scheme Liam gave him, he never brought one forward that 'can't be killed' "Are there reports that she has bled before?" "Of course, she spilled blood when Villa Du Bois shot her with her revolver..."

The girl ever man dreamt of, the girl who wrapped my mate around her little finger with her pretty little lies and pretentious kindness towards others. There is no way I'm giving him up and bowing my head for Diana. Not because I want Alexander all to myself, but because I love him, and I truly want us to be a family together. Glancing back at Alexander, I cocked my head before meeting Diana's intimidating gaze head on. I figured she was a lycan, given she had the same bright, glowing golden eyes as Imogen and Alexander. A trait I knew which only belonged to the lycans.

those who remain gather immediately and come to the base, quickly,” said Diana, all nervous and doubting of itself, this caused because to be able to invoke a henchman requires certain steps and one of them is the blood of a Greek god, and as it was known in the Havenstown school there are no Greek gods if not Roman, with this speculation began among those who remained. when he leaves the camp, it was around 10 at night and the sky is cloudy, as far as the cubs are concerned their power is weak compared to a normal lycanthrope, Layla walked in fear through the immense forest, hears noises above out of her head, as soon as she hears them she instinctively runs off in terror, when she hears "l

“You’re saying it like it’s nothing.” Olinda stood tall, her back straight, her hands folded behind her like she was used to being confronted. Her gaze didn’t waver, didn’t even blink. “Yes,” she said simply, her voice flat but heavy, as if it carried centuries. “A Lycan. Full breed.” Linda’s jaw dropped slightly, her lips parting in disbelief. “Wow…” She blinked fast, her mind scrambling to catch up with what she was hearing. “So—you can help my friend, Agatha? She… she happens to be one too.”

That dagger was laced with wolfsbane and Jacob made sure it had enough amount to make sure any werewolves would undergo severe pain or, worse case, death. But it has already been done. He left, and I couldn’t do anything to take it back anymore. Realizing I could not stay thunderstruck, thinking about Logan while our Pack was in the middle of a battle, I rolled myself up. But as if the heavy burden on my chest wasn’t enough, I caught Bianca not far from my place fighting in her human form. Just a minute later, Bianca flew into the air before her body weightlessly dropped. It was a good thing that she fell on her back and she was able to gather herself back up.

He said, tugging her up. “Ugh. I hate history.” Nadine said, but she smiled as she followed him. * * * When they got to the clearing, they quietly sat down and listened to a woman with a shock of white hair, talk about Lycan-Zeus, the lycanthrope god. The woman had a calming voice and her tale was quite enrapturing. Halfway through the story, Nadine noticed that every member of the pack, including the scouts, were there.

"Daciana you are going to bring shame to this family if you don't eat your bullshit and aspire to be like your sisters" That night with hot tears spilling from her cheeks she ran like she had never before. She mounted on a horse and with a kick to the shins she galloped through the palace grounds and made her way through the exit and hurried down to the gruesome scene. It was a terrible sight to behold. It was clear whoever did this had a personal vendetta with the family, if there was one rule she obeyed from all the shitty laws was that Royals shouldn't show weakness. She climbed off the horse with hands wrapped in a glove she dropped the hood revealing who she was.

“You always come crawling back, don’t you?” There it was, that smug satisfaction creeping into her tone, right on cue to gloat. "Get rid of the book." She sounded calm this time. "You can either be a witch or a werewolf, never both." "I will prove your wrong.” “You can't.” She snaps. I roll my eyes, though I can't help a grudging smile as her voice hardened. "Listen to me and drink from my cup of wisdom. You can either be a witch or a werewolf. Never both.”

said Carlos. “Fine, seems like my work here is done,” said Daciana. “See after week, month, year, decades, who knows,” said Daciana. “Wait, where are going?” asked Daniel. She turned towards him and raised an eyebrow. “Did he hit a nerve darling?” asked Carlos. She rolls her eyes. “I am a free wolf, I go where I go,” she said. “Daciana, don’t you think, you should just forget about your grudges and come back?” asked Daniel.

"Luciana's smile returned. 'Kayson is impulsive, but if he hasn't killed you yet, it means he doesn't plan to. He's giving you a chance.' My eyes widened in surprise. 'Kayson?' I repeated, surprised she was familiar enough with him to use his name. Luciana just smiled, her pretty, dark and freckled face radiant in the dim light of the dungeon. Luciana's youthful appearance belied her true age, which was likely much older given her werewolf heritage. Her auburn locks cascaded down her golden-brown skin, making her look like a stunning nineteen-year-old. For a moment, I forgot she was my jailer and found myself drawn to her. She was truly breathtaking.