Erasthai Lycan Novels & Stories

“Lycans don’t.” That surprised me instantly. “What?” “We can feel attraction. Desire. Love.” His silver eyes flicked toward me briefly. “But erasthai bonds are different.” The unfamiliar word rolled strangely through me again. “Erasthai,” he repeated softly. “It’s similar to your mate bond. But stronger. More primal.” I listened quietly now. “Our erasthai can be anyone,” he continued. “Human. Wolf. Witch. Vampire. Fae. Any creature.”

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

asked, changing back to a straight face. “Why not it all seemed unbelievable so I should doubt it shouldn’t I?” I replied, trying to make my resolve seem unbelievable. He cherished respect and power more than anything and would do anything to showcase it, that was what I thought and it all turned out to be true, he suddenly threw fireballs from his hands, although I haven’t seen that move before I wasn’t shocked to see that he did it, it was expected from someone like him, he had showcased his top speed as a werewolf the first time we encountered but this was the first time I was seeing the other part of his powers. As expected by the corny man with so much power. “ are more than you think,

“I will keep the information you gave me regarding the possibility of her being your erasthai to myself for the time being. That should give you time to decide what you want to do about it.” I looked at him with shock. I knew what he meant. Lycans mated for life. Our mates were called erasthais, and they were so much more than mates. Only Lycans have erasthais and we can not reject our erasthai. If we want out of the mate bond, we have to kill our mates.

Trista’s POV I turned the words over in my head. The Lycan Erasthai? “No, I don’t think I have,” I told Dagny. The words were unfamiliar to me. She nodded. “Well, the Erasthai is a special bond that Lycans experience. Werewolves have matebonds appointed by the Moon Goddess. But Erasthai is an emotional bond that comes from the heart.” “It’s like a matebond for Lycans? This Erasthai?” I asked.

“Look. They’re different monsters.” Everyone stared intently. Scott narrowed his eyes. Yes, they looked different. Lyall's Lycan was larger and had a mix of gray and black fur, while the Lycan in Scott's memory was jet black. "Carl, are there really other Lycans besides Lyall?" Darius asked. "I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it."

And now, a few of us will be scrutinized and tested for a year to determine who is best suited for each position. I assume that Layla will be moving out, with Cyrus being a lycan and all. And he's not just any lycan, but one that happened to be the son of Lycaon. Since she hasn't sent me any texts asking me to save her, things had to be going well between the two of them.

Clarissa teased, "Shy now, aren't you? It's inevitable." "What's inevitable?" came Lycan Erasmus's hearty voice from the door. His white musk pheromones surged in like a glacial blast, forcing the candles to lean. Dressed in a bright-yellow dragon-patterned war-mail with frost-wolf badges still dusted with snow, he'd evidently just left the conference hall. I stood up promptly. "Lycan Erasmus." As I bowed, my silver-blue eyes caught the tooth patterns on his golden war-boots.

The rest of Lee’s paper: Legend has it that the first lycan was named Vakatow, meaning "Origin" in the ancient tongue. Vakatow's creation was a manifestation of Selene's intense emotion, a sculpture carved from the very essence of her being. With a heart filled with love, she breathed life into Vakatow, and he emerged as a humanoid wolf figure, the epitome of elegance and power. This connection to Selene's emotions made the lycans the favored species, the inheritors of her divine legacy.

Little do they know, he likes not being in control. Last but not least, Anastasia Terrero; better known as the Empress of Pain. She rules the Bratva out in California after killing the entire family of the original Pakhan. No, she’s not of the original leader’s blood, but the council chose to ignore that since the Pakhan had her as a sex slave for years before she discovered that she’s a Lycan of royal blood. And, yes; these are the people I trust. “Klaus! Join us!” Liam calls me over as I’m about to get a bottle of bourbon from the bar. Deciding that I need to take my mind off things, I walk to his section, where he’s nursing a glass of crimson liquid while a woman is on his lap.