Erasthai Lycan Novels & Stories

“You are my friend, that’s why I am sparing you. Otherwise, wasting my time is punishable by law.” My busybody friend gaped dramatically, prolonging his words like a schoolboy. “What’s the funnnnn without a little surprise, buddyyyy? And we are going to search for our soulmates, it’s not a waste of time.” The mere mention of the soulmate forced my lycan, Ares, out of his slumber. He became active in a heartbeat. “I wish to see my Erasthai!” Erasthai or soulmate, these terms were used for the fated mates in the lycan community. And just like their names, they were hard to find in this vast world.

Gripping it by its tail, Lev grunted as swung it into another. My eyes bulged out; is this the strength of a lycan? Unlike cane wolves, Lycan were a hundred times stronger and their senses were more heightened. It was said they were once cane wolves, who sacrificed something of great importance to Nyctaris, the moon goddess of the underworld, for powers. I could only wonder what he had sacrificed. Their screech tore through the air of the forest before lingering as they kept coming, each taking turns to attack. But like an unforgiving beast he was, he took them down, their heads thudding to the floor.

I wondered if defending myself was going to be an option. "You know that I'm with Eke Wolves, right?" Marcy asked. "Yes, our future Luna. Im so proud of you." Mom said with a proud smile and turned to look at me. "Maybe Mercy can upgrade herself and try to get with the Beta's first son, or one of their high ranking friends." "I've already found my mate." I said dryly. Mom's eyes were wide with confusion. "She chased after Eke yesterday and accused him of being her mate. My Eke! Mom, you know I love him, and as usual, she's trying to take away everything and everyone I have claim to."

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

" What?" " Huh?" She gave me a confused look." Antonia?" Mia jounced sluggishly showing she was confused in my unforeseen interest."Yeah.Eve's friend." I stopped walking and lowered ."Wait.Eve and Antonia are musketeers?" " I just said that, did not I?" I was caught off guard by Mia's harsh tone, the sweet side you first see when you meet her disguises the fact that she's still related to a family of Mafia leaders. I nearly forgot that." S-sorry." She just goggled at me, she did not feel angry or anything but her unresistant expression just made it scarier in my opinion. Suddenly she smiled and seized my hand." Let's go."

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

Yet, Eira Haris did, and the Lycan Leader didn’t so much as reprimand her. As a rejected mate, I both envied and admired her. This female must have skills to live in the Lycans' den as the mistress of the Lycan Leader. Raed Basil had already mated and marked his true soulmate, and yet, she still remained in his life.

he asked, his voice laced with an unsettling calmness. Mason shook his head, his mind struggling to make sense of the situation. “No, I don’t. What the hell is going on?” “I’m a Lycan, a creature of pure energy, bound by ancient laws,” Ste-phen explained, his voice echoing with a raw, untamed power. “And you, Mason, are my mate. You’re the only one who can contain my power, the only one who can keep me from losing control.” Mason stared at him, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you talking about? I’m just a normal guy. I can’t control anything.”

Pretended not to care. But just before she left, I touched her lower belly and stole a drop of blood. She didn’t feel a thing. Later that night, I ran the tests. And I couldn’t believe what I saw. The child’s aura was divine. This wasn’t Kael’s. This was… royal. A Lycan. My fingers trembled. Lycans hadn’t been seen in generations. They were stronger than Alphas. Born rulers. Rare. Sacred. Said to be connected to celestial hosts and the original bloodlines.

“And every month, when I wasn’t… he would beat me as if that could force my body into giving him what he wanted.” “He knew.” Cain says. “That’s probably why he set such an absurd reward for finding you.” “I guess so.” I shrug. That knowledge isn’t exactly inspiring. “And that doesn’t mean you can’t have pups.” Aeron states and I look back at him at the tone he’s used. “But…” “You can’t have his pups. And that makes sense, he’s a Mutt. We are Alphas.” I gulp, my eyes are so wide right now. I think I’m trembling again. They want the same thing as Silas. They want these Lycan offspring too. I’m just a walking womb to these people. A gestational test tube.