Fated To The Lycan Beast Novels & Stories

his voice was full of determination and without a second thought, he made his way into the torture room. “Xerxes hold on!” Clarissa tried to stop him from doing something stupid but he shoved her aside and made his way further in. Finally, he reached the door and with anger in his breathing, he turned to his pack member and personal spy. “Open the door, Royce,” he commanded in his deep voice. “I wonder what I must have done in my past life that the great Lycan himself agreed to pay me a visit.” The words came from a thousand years old witch.

I felt a primal rage build within me, and my body began to shift, the power of my lycan form taking hold. The wolves around us recoiled in fear, their confidence quickly evaporating. Mineg's face paled as he took in my transformed state, his voice trembling with unease. "Y-you're a lycan?" I growled, my eyes locking onto Mineg's. "You think you can manipulate us? You think you can toy with our lives? Think again." With a powerful leap, I launched myself at the nearest enforcer, my claws slashing through the air. The battle erupted with a ferocity that matched the fury burning within me.

A bright light fell on them, and their hands got locked in some light wire. Then, a solid feminine voice filled the room. “The true king needs a special bond to those he trusts. And I think you just found your true Beta. There is only one problem we need to fix. To be the Beta to the strongest creature in our world. You need to be closer to his strength. Therefore, I will grant you a Lycan.” The moon-goddess says as she walks through the room.

I transformed into my lupine form and ran into the forest, away from her. “That was cruel, King Lycan. The poor thing feels rejected,” taunted the beast in my mind. “Maybe we should go back so I can console her!” “Why are you doing this, cursed beast? Haven't you taken enough from me?” I shouted angrily, still running aimlessly. “I haven't taken the essential…” Laughing, the beast forcefully pulled our bodies to the side, throwing us against a tree. “You are too involved with her!” “The hybrid is my Luna. I will fulfill every desire she has!” I roared.

The consequences had been dire, leading to a near-extinction of their pack. Lycan, the venerable alpha, raised his massive head, his fur a silvery cascade under the moon's glow. His eyes, sharp and piercing, scanned the assembled pack. With a voice that carried the weight of leadership, he spoke, "Fellow brethren, the winds of destiny bring a chilling tale to our doorstep. The prophecy speaks of a forbidden love that threatens to repeat the tragedy of our ancestors."

“If we do, we weaken. Our power, our strength, it would all start to unravel. So no matter what you are, or how much we hate it, we’re bound to keep you.” Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. Their truth crashed over me like a wave. If what they said was true—if Lira was their fated mate, then I was trapped. Lycans never rejected their fated mates. It broke them. And if they thought I was her… Then I would never be free. My fate was sealed. A nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

With that, I open the door and walk out, ending the conversation. I’ve fought hard to escape the demons of my past. Moving on hasn’t been easy, but I tell myself I’m done with it. It’s a lie. I still have nightmares about my personal demon from hell every single night. Nightmares—visions of my tormented past. This phenomenon occurs in Lycans who fail to complete the mating bond. Some say it’s the moon goddess’s way of urging them to fulfill the bond with their mate. Others claim it’s a curse on those who reject their fated or chosen mate.

Taking the book I start to read its contexts; The gray wolf pack can shift into a different type of werewolf known as a Lycan, these Lycan can use a high pitch charm that lures their fated mate towards them, his mate can’t resist the charm of their gray wolf, but only can one gray wolf reject their fated mate will they lose this ability.

"So, if the Shield dies before their bond is complete, the lycan is destined to die too. I stare at her. "It doesn’t always happen immediately," she continues sadly. “More often than not, their beast takes over completely. They become feral. Nothing more than vicious predators.” The room feels ice cold. Zane speaks first. "So…” His voice wavers slightly, "When my father was killed… a lycan died with him?” Selene's eyes fill with sympathy. "I'm afraid so." The words land like stones. I look at Zane. There is a flicker of pain he tries so desperately to hide, but I know him by now.

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Theo's arms, my entire body humming with the newly formed bond between us. My fingers trembled slightly against his chest, but I felt a warmth spreading through me, an expanding heat that wasn't quite confidence – more like inevitability. Two days ago, I'd been simply Emma Maxwell, gamma of the Blood Moon Pack with an Alpha wolf I kept carefully hidden. Now I was mate to the Lycan King, and nothing would ever be the same again.