Erasthai Lycan Novels & Stories

"Your sister wants Alexander as her erasthai. So overmorrow, during his mate appointment, she has the opportunity to release her scent out and claim Alexander as hers. A mate bond between a werewolf and a Lycan, it's been centuries since that has happened. I'm so glad just thinking about this union." As the last surviving Lycan family, it was natural for my sister to select a werewolf as her mate. However, the fact that Sophia had chosen Alexander as her intended partner left me dumbfounded. Bonds between werewolves and Lycans differed greatly from those among purely werewolf pairs. Moon goddesses prescribed the fates of the latter, while Lycans possessed the freedom to select an unmated wer

Everest said, trying to dissuade Rome from saying anything. "Don't worry, she won’t be so mad about Ivy finding out. Faye likes Ivy," Rome replied. “I'm not the one mated to her anyways,” Everest muttered under his breath. "Ok, can you guys stop leaving me in the dark and tell me already?" I frowned, waiting for them to explain. "Have you ever heard about the Lycan that fights like a demon? The Lycan’s heart always stops for the duration of the fight?" Rome asked.

William groaned, as the spell must be really making him uncomfortable. "Sleep for a while, baby." I said as I put him to sleep. I feel bad for my son. Levitra is really a bitch for doing this to my son! She might have really waited for her chance to plant this with us, who are the only healers allowed to enter Lycan territory. Levitra is addicted to Lycan's flesh. I think the number of lycans that fell victim to her hands couldn't be counted by fingers anymore.

“I’m the best bait we have. Young. Innocent-looking. They won’t see a threat until it’s too late.” Matthias stood so abruptly the chair scraped hard against the floor. Both hands slammed down on the desk. The heavy wood cracked straight down the middle under the force. “I will not allow it.” Liliana rose as well. Her own growl answered his. “I’m a Lycan. I have a better chance of survival than any female warrior we could send. Instinct under pheromone pressure isn’t something ordinary wolves can simply ignore. I can.” Their auras erupted at the same moment.

Yes, Yes I am. I guess it's part of the beauty of being a lycan. We were gifted by the goddess to be able to choose who we like as our life partners, as our souls can adapt and connect with anyone's. There have been tales of lycans taking mated were's and wives of men as their own, as the mark of a lycan is the strongest bond out there. It overrides all other marks. Nothing can take away a Lycan's mate apart from death. Erasthai's are a gift from the Moon Goddess; like a guide if you will. As lycans live long lives, they can have more then one, but only every thirty years, so that the lycan doesn't have to choose between two, and his erasthai isn't really old. Most Lycan's wait for their era

Erina threw me a glance when she got to the door, but I looked away, not in the mood to listen to anything. First the explosion a few weeks ago, and now a kidnapped child. Terrence was trying so hard to tell me that I was outmatched, that he could do whatever he wanted, hide wherever he wanted, and no matter how much I tried, I would not be able to catch him. And the realisation that he was playing with me, that all of these was just a game to him, made me want to break something. I was an Alpha. A Lycan. A couple of wolves should not get away with messing with me. I needed to find that bastard.

Her mother's instincts were too strong to know what kind of person her son was. Damian just looked away, thinking about what to tell next so that he could avoid choosing anyone in the ceremony. Eliza gently put her hand on his which was resting on the table and made him look her in the eye. " You are a Lycan King, we don't randomly just select anyone to be our mate, it's our destiny and heart which makes us identify the real mate. If you have already found your mate, it's only normal for you not to select anyone ", She understood the feelings of her son without him saying anything.

The sun was about to set and the yellow lights were turned on in every cottage, making the whole town look beautiful. It was foggy at the peak of the mountain, but I could clearly see the Soare-Luna mountain, which was the tallest mountain in Jivan. Soare-Luna meant Sun-Moon mountains because it was said to be the land of both Sun worshippers – vampires – and Moon worshippers – werewolves. It was said to be the home of God Sol and Goddess Luna. And the Lycan river originated at the top of the mountain. But for some reason, no one had ever made it to the top. I imagined that if it was so beautiful here, it must be exquisite at the top where one would be able to see the entire island of Jiv.

It was one of his many features that sent a tingling sensation down my spine. His scars didn't scare me. They drew me in. They were captivating. Always making me wonder how he got them. Ares was a powerful Lycan. Not just a powerful one, he was an ancient Lycan. Some sort of tribal Lycan as Madam Yelena had put it.

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.