Novel & Cerita Erasthai Lycan

It growled and I silently prayed it didn't kill me. Until I finally saw it. The Lycan it had blue reddish eyes and was very big compared to the one it just killed. This was definitely a rare breed which I have never heard of. Probably a hybrid of some sort and definitely more dangerous than the Red Lycan that was chasing me earlier. It looked at me silently as if studying me. I was nervous but made sure not to make any movement just to safe myself. And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me.

“Okay, it’s mostly among we Lycans and in this instant we’re governed by our instincts. It’s the attraction we feel when we meet that one special person that we feel the mate pull with. It only happens once for us because when we find our erasthai we claim them. Well, it is “the one” for them. The one that they’re attracted to like no other. That one person can either be a Lycan, a Werewolf or even a human. This one being is called an erasthai. This attraction is governed by their basic survival instinct. It is believed that the erasthai is best suited to the lycan in every way. The stronger the attraction the stronger the bond will be when they become mates.” Tristan explained Mates???

Then I had proceeded to take control, and he'd left my apartment--Ray's apartment with a dislocated arm. In the weeks that followed, I had cursed the treaty that binded us to our oath to stay away from the humans. Not everyone obeys, but finding one of us in these lands is an extremely rare occurrence. Swearing never to return home, I came to terms with the truth. I'm probably never going to find an Erasthai to imprint on. Only wolves have the gift of turning humans. Lycans are born, never made, except for the cases of mating with wolves. Only wolves, because they are strong enough to survive the transition from wolf to lycan.

The mate bond, an unbreakable tether, pulsed with the synchrony of their shared strength. Chastity, amidst the chaotic dance of shadows, locked eyes with Dylan. The moonlight reflected in her determined gaze as she tapped into the primal reservoirs of Lycan power. With a surge of strength, she met Dylan's dark tendrils with a forceful counterattack, shattering the ethereal restraints that sought to bind her.

Finally, Carver got dressed and faced me, his vigorous tone was laden with low growls. “I have decided to mark Helena as my Erasthai, Alpha Zayden. Your stunt for the DNA test will undoubtedly end in divorce. So, I have to ensure my Erasthai’s safety during these days. Pay attention to your work and stay away from her. It’s best for everyone!” An Erasthai was lycan’s terminology for soulmates, it was a norm in them to mark a chosen partner for mate-bond. But how dare he spew gibberish in front of me?

A Prince and a Princess. “She didn’t specify exactly how many pups,” she whispered truthfully, still feeling dreamy as an array of thoughts whirled in her mind. “Her name is Era. She is an ancient Lycan and has been the companion of several Queens over time.” Clyde paused to process this new information.

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

And Raina can feel it and she knew very well that Luke can feel it too, she had seen it in his eyes and in his behaviour and that was why he would never come near her, he would always watch from the side as his side chick Fiona and some of her friends and his own friend would bully and torment her, and he would just enjoy. “I would see about that.” Luke said, “let’s see how long you can keep up, with whatever I have planned for you!” he said before he looked at her up and down and left, feeling frustrated, he hated the fact that his body would react to her and his wolf asked for her. This made him feel so repulsed and disgusted. Of all the people in the world, the only person he had to be ma

Maybe my handsomeness is a torment from the moon goddess, because I don't see why I appeared that way, drawing attention to myself. My name is Jaden Lake. I am 25 and the only son of Taylor Lake, the king of the Lycans. Yes, we are Lycans, the last set of our kind. Few, but feared and respected by every wolf on the planet. Many packs had gone into extinction from trying to use their greater numbers to bring us down. We aren't up to a hundred, yet those werewolves who are up to thousands couldn't range higher than us. You don't expect them to overcome us when we are stronger and highly skilled.

She looked down, covering her side profile with her hair. "I know why you killed him that day and I also know how you got injustice in return. You deserved better," he whispered near her ears, his own eyes changing into golden flames. Her violet eyes collided with his golden ones. "Who are y ou?" "Your mate and the Alpha of Nighthowls pack, my cursed Fairy," he smirked.