Erasthai Lycan 소설 & 이야기

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

Were Lycan females exempt from menial work, saved for breeding purposes perhaps? No, that didn’t appear to be the case; it seemed they were warriors, with the exception of Erica who could probably hold her own in any combat situation. She gave me that vibe, despite the pink hair. I tried not to dwell on the implications of that as I watched course after course being brought to the table. The pepper jelly was intended to complement the crayfish. It wasn’t my thing but I knew Alpha Lewis was partial to seafood, too, when he wasn’t tearing steaks apart with his canines.

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.

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.

“Eloping? With a Lycan noble? Elsie, are you actively trying to die? Or worse, trying to start a war?” “I’m actively trying to live my life,” Elsie huffed, flicking her braid over her shoulder. “And he loves me, so—” “No.” Ferna raised a finger. “People who love you don’t drag you into political suicide. Lycans aren’t just wolves; they’re dynastic wolves. Their nobles have entire councils, ancient bloodlines, and feuds that go back centuries. You don’t get to ‘elope’ with one unless you’ve lost your mind or your will to live.”

He couldn't bend my decision and I'll do everything to find him and his packs. My jaws tightened in anger. I howled so loud so that he could hear it that I'm mad as hell. " grrrrr!!!" I roared inside my office. ------------- The Escape " Let's hurry up before he found us!" He hissed to his packs. They escaped from Stark. Even he got away from him and helped him regained his territory, he's still one of his pawns. He will use the kindness he gave to him to blackmailed him. That's what lycans are. They are the most clever ones and are stronger than vampires and werewolves.