Embrace Of The Lycan Novels & Stories

“Embrace your inner self. Your Lycan isn’t your enemy, but a part of yourself. Embrace that, your powers, and your rage. Fuel it and own it. Because I know you can.” His words are powerful and as he speaks, he doesn’t hold back his aura, it swirls around me, and I close my eyes, relaxing my mind. He believes in me… He still wants me… my entire family is helping me… they stopped me from doing the worst and they still fought… I am a Rossi, and I will not bow to anyone… even my own demons. My Lycan… the one I suppress. I take a deep, steadying breath, gripping his hands.

“Take one more step and I’ll-” With a force I couldn’t control, the knife twisted out of my hand, and the Lycan stood before me, his gaze glistening with pure wickedness, his mouth releasing a low, feral growl. “How dare you hurt what belongs to me?” With a fast grasp, he held the injured arm and lowered his lips onto it. “And how dare you demand that I beg you?” “You…” Insanely, I felt a pinch between my legs as his lips landed on my blood and sucked every drop that oozed out. “If… if you plead genuinely, I will do as you ask.”

I bit my lips and continued to crawl until I was harshly turned over, the warriors set me on my knees and every drive in me was lost, all hope because I knew what was coming. “Hmm, she already looks half dead,” Lexi's voice pierced the air filled with disgust. The Crimson blood never let the banished souls to live, they believe they would be betrayed once they are out of the pack. They also didn't believe in mercy against heinous crimes that had been committed, which was the reason behind their strength, they were the strongest pack in the last century. And they were about to do the same thing to me. Torian grabbed my jaws and forced me to look at him, my vision however was blurry from how m

“ '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.

Suddenly, she screamed and ran out of the dungeon. I hated everyone in this pack after what they did to me. I was sold out by my beta to them and I was going to take my revenge on them. My wolf, Waylen, was put to sleep by a powerful sorceress, so for now, I am just like a wolfless Lycan.

“I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.” Jenny couldn't be sure that her father even spoke of the right person — the one who had saved her on that night, whose scent she sought, but she needed her story to fit in. “Yes I do, Father. He talks to me about it sometimes, and it's indeed heartbreaking.”

“He’s just being an ass, and chances are that he’s doing it to piss Elias off.” “Why would that piss him off?” She turned to me like I’d grown two heads. “Because everyone knows that you don’t mess with a lycan’s mate.” “Don’t they teach you anything about us?” I shook my head. “Well, allow me to educate you for a moment. Most lycans are level headed. We live for centuries. It’s a lot easier to learn how to regulate your emotions, especially when you’re as strong as we are, but if there’s one thing that is guaranteed to piss a lycan off, it is perceived disrespect towards their mate.

Just because of his stupid love for a she-wolf who’s already dead. Chris growled. Sharp nails on his hands started to elongate, and his teeth started to appear as he snarled at his own son. “Why?” Heads snapped at Ember when she suddenly stood. Ember Jacobson is a true definition of beauty. With her red hair and emerald eyes, she’s every man's dream. She's not just an epitome of beauty, but also of strength, since she’s one of the strongest the pack ever had. That's the reason why she was chosen by the Lycan King to be the next Luna of Bresmont. She possessed all those qualities to be a great leader to rule alongside the Alpha. And she couldn’t quite figure out why this ruggedly handsome yet

Lycan murmured, his deep, gravelly voice washing over her like a warm blanket. He dipped the cloth into the steaming water, wringing it out before gently pressing it to the scrape on her elbow. Amy winced, a sharp hiss escaping her lips. "I'm sorry. I know it stings," Lycan rumbled, his jaw clenching tightly. He blew a stream of cool air over the wound, his touch so unbelievably tender it made her heart ache. Every single scrape on her delicate skin felt like a personal failure to him. The beast inside him was thrashing against its cage, demanding to go back out into the snow and tear Lord Vance and Ava apart piece by piece for daring to lay a hand on his mate.

“Tell me, Rune. If you could do it again, would you?” I didn’t reply. I didn’t need to. The answer was painfully clear. Elias nodded. “You’re a lycan now. You’re no longer human. Lycans are a different breed, Rune. Things that seem absurd even to werewolves are entirely normal to them. Violent sex is one of them. Lycans crave intensity, madness, chaos. An outlet for the power they hold locked up. You have been restrained all your life. Take a minute to imagine how starved your lycan must be.”