Fated To The Lycan Beast Novels & Stories

His jaws tensed and a deep furrow emerged between his eyebrows – a look that reminded me of a ferocious bird of prey. “I’ll be back for you,” he assured and then marched back, locking the bars behind him. Loud groans and disturbing screams shrieked out there in the night. I tiptoed into the small window but couldn't catch a glimpse of anything. Everything blurred under the silver moonlight. I hurried to the bars, squeaking in pain as the shackle rims raked my flesh. I pressed against the bars and squinted from the spaces when I saw him. An Alpha Lycan in its full transformation. They’ve come to invade and take control of my pack.

"Oh I wish that the moon goddess had made me his fated mate that will make me the happiest woman on Earth!" I heard somebody helplessly swoon as if she was going to faint if Scar even looked at her and then the people around her instantly began to laugh. “Look at those arms, I just want to run my hands through them, I'll be the luckiest woman on earth if I could” "Don't get your hopes up too high," a man with a mature voice said. "There is a reason why he hasn't found his mate till now you know that Lycans are different from other wolves like ourselves, they don't have fated mates rather they choose who they are going to lov-"

“They are easiest killed before a fated mate bond is cemented, so killing the mate before that happens proves more affective at ending their life. Silver will not harm them, they grow stronger on full moons, and their rapid regeneration makes them almost immortal. Only complete decapitation with a silver sheen obsidian blade and burning of the body seems to be the only way to truly kill the beast. The last line known to carry the Lycan gene is the Royal Family of the Kingdom of England. Per our request, they have begun to breed out this gene in order to fully submit to the new way of….” I could see Felix roll his eyes and snort a little. “Pup tales. Surely these books aren’t eluding that Lyc

She must have used the illusion tricks on the beast. “How do we take that beast out?” she leaned back on her throne. “I felt his heart. I gripped it and exploded it. Why isn’t it dead? It still lives and even when I removed all the blood from its body, I could still feel it returning, healing quicker than ever.” “It’s not an ordinary wolf,” I sighed. “What do you mean?” I plopped to the ground exhausted. “He’s a lycan. They are stronger, faster and more dangerous. Think of James Miller but stronger and more dangerous.”

Blanche sighed dreamily as she looked over her shoulder to where a tense Cyrus was hunched over the table, staring at the map. Even he had looked like he wanted to snap at her to shut up a few times. But he was a good man, and even though he was hurting and on the verge of taking it out on someone else, he refused to let that person be innocent, little Blanche. "The Goddess works in mysterious ways. Perhaps Blanche is onto something. Lycans have difficulty finding fated mates they have for decades, but maybe it's because their mates aren't always the same species?" Aurora offered as she winked encouragingly at me.

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.

His whole vibe shifted. "Where did you get this?" "Some freaky forest woman grabbed me. Said I’d turn feral on my twenty-fifth birthday unless I got claimed by my mate." He didn't laugh. "This isn't funny, is it?" "No, dude. This is… shit, this is old magic. Lycan-level magic. Besides, you're already Mated to Lila." I blinked. "Lycan like werewolf-plus?" "Like an unhinged alpha monster wolf," he said. "Jake told me once. Said there were rumors of a curse like that running through rogue bloodlines."

Katherine's safety still hung in the balance, driving me forward. In the depths of the abyss, I steeled myself for the trials to come. The unknown lay ahead, but I was resolved to face it head-on. I would find my way back to my pack, to Katherine, and we would emerge from this darkness victorious. My primal instincts surged, guiding me through the shadows as I ventured deeper, ready to confront whatever awaited me with unwavering determination and the indomitable spirit of the Lycan king.

Maybe he was just feeling tired and woozy? There was no way that he could be fated to a Lycan. It was literally impossible. He couldn’t help but feel like this was worse than being fated to a human. He had always hoped his complement would be another dragon, and knew that he would have to deal with it if she turned out to be a human, but a Lycan? Would his father even allow him to carry out the unification ritual with her?

A tear slipped out, hot and fast, cutting through my makeup. Before I could wipe it away, his hand moved to the back of my neck. He pulled me forward, hard, until my face smashed against his chest. His lips came down on mine in a brutal, crushing kiss that smelled of mint and cedar wood. He pulled back just an inch, his thumb wiping the wetness from my cheek. "Do not cry, princess. Let me tell you something. We Lycans do not get our beast until we are eighteen. We do not shift until our twenty-first birthday. A female Lycan will not shift at all until she is marked by her mate."