Erasthai Lycan Novels & Stories

He felt good repeating the insult, and this time, Cavil tried to calm himself down. "I am not a bastard. I am Cavil Voss of the BloodClaw Pack and an heir to the Royal House of the Lycans' throne. I am a Lycan, the first of his existence in 200 years since the Lycans’ extinction," Cavil said loudly, his eyes glinting with pride—a coping mechanism for his boiling anger.

Occasionally she had to stop to breathe in the lycan scent. "Miss, don't go out of the castle. It's dangerous!" Esther shouted to stop Sicily's steps. The woman did not want the past events to affect Sicily's power. Esther only wanted to preserve the lycan blood of Albatross Smith, her past master. However, Sicily ignored Esther's shout. She continued to run through the dense heterogeneous forest until her eyes caught her mother's body falling headless. "Bastard!" Sicily's body immediately lunged at Luna Cery, causing the two to engage in a serious fight. Sicily attacked Luna fiercely and viciously. Her deadly scratches cut through Luna Cery's body making the woman howl in pain.

"Or is there something else?" "King Alvarez is not as kind as that, all the talks of peace were just for show, Lilac," she comments with a scoff "I don't understand." "As you know, Kael is a Moon Lycan, which also makes him a very strong specie of Lycan and finding his fated will make him stronger, being clseto his fated will sharpen his abilities, lolving his fated will take out the risk of him running moonmad."

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

He's not my mate either. Lycans don't have the luxury that we do of having mates given to us by the Goddess. They get to choose who they want and soul bind with them. A mutual agreement, much like the ceremony the humans call 'marriage', but it goes deeper than even the mate bond between werewolves. Erasthai is what they call their chosen mates. Unlike mating bonds that can either be rejected, accepted or severed, once lycans bond with their Erasthais, nothing short of the Goddess's intervention can rip the bond.

The door opens, and another tall man with a build like Leon enters the room. "Luna! I'm glad to see you're alright!" I look at Leon, waiting for him to tell me who he is because I've never seen him before. "This is Dan, my beta, and friend," He says quickly, I smile and at Dan, he says, "This is Anaiah, my mate, and the new Lycan Queen," I almost choke on my saliva. Did he say, Lycan? 'Yes,'

I shrugged, "Well, my sister brings me books to read and I kind of call him whenever I have questions so I am pretty confident in your culture now" Traian wanted to deliver some books about Shifters to my sister and pack it for me because I still didn't tell him my address for the past two years but I refused. I am afraid someone might have opened those books and read the contents. I don't want to risk anything. Instead, my sister brings the books she has to their house. That's what I read and I finally know about Traian being a Lycan. I still find it hard to believe that I am mated to a Lycan—a superior kind from Shifters. They are stronger, have lived longer than the others, and have a dis

The rainstorm has passed but something still lingers in the air–something heavier than mist but softer than fog. Like something's hanging between us, unsaid. I still don't quite know what it is, only that I find myself thinking about him more than I should. And it's not just about what he is. A Lycan. A threat. A symbol of the rebellion that took everything from me(though, it was well deserved). No, not just those. It's also about who he is.

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at the pack and that he was suppose

The look in her eyes was a painful reminder of the divide between our worlds, and I couldn't help but wonder how she truly perceived me now—a mere lycan. In the midst of my contemplation, a faint sound of unfamiliar footsteps crept towards my apartment. My senses honed in on the approaching presence, detecting the distinct aura of lycans. I quickly approached the door, peering through the small opening, and confirmed my suspicions as shadows drew nearer. With a sense of urgency, I snatched a shirt and swiftly climbed out of the window. My body was familiar with heights, and even from the fourth floor, leaping down posed no challenge.