Erasthai Lycan Novels & Stories

She also told me that a female Lycan is referred to as an eresthai in case I overheard it. I begged her to tell me what to expect, but she said that only Reagan is allowed to give me that information. When Reagan came back, I was already getting the hang of it. He thanked Madam Didi and pulled me to him. "How was the lesson?" "It's new, but I got the hang of it," I answered. He smiled and then kissed me, saying, "I have missed you all day; I couldn't get any time alone with you all day."

Blaze hugged my waist from the side. "This is Laila, my Erasthai." He said proudly. As he said, not all Lycans get their Erasthai… maybe for werewolves… getting their mates are easier, because their number is very large, different from Lycan… their numbers are few… and it's very rare for them to find their Erasthai. Like Blaze's father, who already has adult children… and yet...he just met his Erasthai. So it is very fitting that Blaze is very happy to have his Erasthai when he was single. "Hello. Sweet one. I'm Charlie, the father of this annoying man." Said a brown haired man with a face very similar to Blaze, even though his eyes looked pitch black. Maybe when Blaze is old… Blaze will loo

He then commanded his warriors to search beyond the territory to see if they can find anything, if they can catch any scent for them to trace the scent to its owner and through that, they can find the person that broke through the cell. Meanwhile, Alex and his men returned safely to the Lycan Pack with Rogan, having covered their scent to avoid detection. Emily, spotting Alex's return, rushed towards Rogan with open arms. She hugged him tightly, surprising him. "Emily, I... Are you a wolf?" Emily smiling, her eyes glowing with yellow intensity: "No, Rogan. I'm a lycan, a descendant of a mighty lineage. I'm sorry I don't inform you earlier." Emily showed his a puppy eyes.

I nearly choked on my spit when he said that. “What?” was the only word I could muster. “I’m a Lycan… I have pathokinesis. I can feel your feelings and sometimes thoughts.” I centered myself trying to control whatever feelings I was projecting to make him pick up on that, and I took my hoodie off, holding my head high as his eyes swept over my body, my scars. Slowly, he handed me the daggers then took his shirt off revealing sweeping scars down his back and sides. Relief flooded me and he blinked hard.

That certain look in his eyes is so strong that my mask threatens to waver. "I don’t need to prove anything to you-” "True," he agrees. "I also don't need to act so sane right now when all I want to do is throw you over my shoulder, lock you in a cave and fuck you seven times a day into submission." his eyes turn dead serious, sending shivers down my spine. "Call. Him.” With his threat hanging in the air, I know I can't afford to upset him. I've heard enough about Lycan's to know that next to an Alpha, they are literally gods! They outrank us, they are more dominant, stronger, faster and are ten times a better version.

Ashlyn's POV I was shocked beyond the extraordinary. Lost for words as Iona immediately connected to the nine foot tall lycan in front of her. He was taller than every other lycan I have seen. Their eyes locked, also connecting me with Lucifer. "Turn away." I immediately told her but she said not a word to me. I turned to leave but Iona was having a mind of her own as she stayed rooted to where she was. "I am Steel. The invincible One of the Nightwing pack." He introduced himself.

The fragment answered the confussion, and how his devouring and housing the soul able him to turn into that very soul! “You're the most unlikely lycan under heaven, don't you think? You can do everything, even turn the tide of the war,” a somewhat conflicted voice fill his mind. It added, now with contentment, “However, the tide must go on. Despite that, remember that you're mine, my one and only adorable mate, Hawati...”

Pushing back against the Lycans, I sprinted towards her, a streak of fur and determination. But the Outstanding Lycan, undeterred by my advancement, intercepted me with blinding speed. His crimson eyes bore into mine, a chilling calmness settling upon his face. "You're too late, Levi," he sneered. "By the time you reach her, she'll be nothing but a memory." A surge of desperation coursed through me, lending strength to my limbs. With a primal roar, I launched myself at the Outstanding Lycan, our bodies colliding in a furious clash. Claws met claws, teeth clashed against teeth as we fought for dominance.

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus."

“Who the fuck asks that? I mean, obviously she's here to have a drink.’’ The pretty brunette stated sarcastically. With a silent scoff, Lycan Cyril snapped his wrists from her, snatching the almost empty glass of liquor on the counter and downing it before advancing to me. “How do you leave your suit at the time of the night to drink? You are a woman for Kirk's sake!’’ He spat venomously at my face. And did I get a hint of anger in his voice? “Ignore him. He's usually like that.’’ The lady's approaching footsteps snatched my gaze from Lycan Cyril’s retreating silhouette. “I'm Astrea.’’ She smiled, reaching forth her hand for a handshake. I swallowed the heavy lump in my throat, my gaze linge