Fated To The Lycan Beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"I promise you much more for your loyalty. On that exciting day, I order you to kill Baron." Lucian smirked and poked food in his mouth. Then his gaze swept over the hall, settling on the thought of RuthValis. "They don't know yet how badly they would perish," he said, shrugging with mock indifference. "There must be sacrifices for the future. My nature was made for Elowyn... and Elowyn for it. No mere wolves will take what belongs to me by nature. I am a fiery lycan for nothing but to rule the world."

"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.

“She found out what I was planning. She wanted to stop me. So I made sure she never returned to Blackwood.” “You killed her.” Benard’s grin deepened. “I ended her mission. She was too soft—believed in peace. I believe in power.” A roar ripped from my throat as my body began to change. Bones cracked, fur erupted, my claws extended, and my beast took over. I launched at him, claws slashing. He barely managed to throw up a shield, stumbling back. “You lycans are immune to weak spells,” he spat, “but I am no weakling!”

The witches continued to chant, their incantations growing louder and more urgent, as they called upon the spirits of the earth to guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. The faes fluttered around the pyres, their magic intermingling with the smoke and flames, offering comfort and solace to those who remained behind. Jasper’s hand slowly slid into mine and I let him. I lazily let my fingers over his wrist and I felt that his nerve was literally bouncing up and down. So, the lycan prince was not as unaffected as he looked. I smiled ruefully as I let his fingers lock with mine.

Though he knew how powerful Jefferson was right now he could care less as he wanted nothing but to end the filthy Lycan pack. There had been an unsaid feud between his pack and the Lycan pack. Though they were supported to be allies they were now enemies. He had once planned the extinction of the Lycans through the hunters but the Lycans were more powerful than he had expected and managed to kill the hunters even though they were poisoned beforehand. Right he wanted nothing but to end the Lycan pack. He pushed these thoughts and looked at the naked girl on the bed and his little man started to rise again for action.

Even at that moment, I stood upon ground that had been dyed crimson—the blood of my kin. Rage surged within me, supplanting any semblance of fear. How could they stand there, laughing callously over the grave that had become the Red Moon Pack? How... could they slaughter everyone—the young and old alike—the pack members who couldn't fight? Familiar faces flooded my mind, filling my heart with unbearable anguish. "Cat got your tongue?" Dustan approached me slowly, poking my face. "Now that I think about it, weren't you the luna of that Lycan King? Is that why you can now shift?"

And if I don't accept him fully, then how can I expect the same in return? "It's alright" I told him softly. Letting out a quiet sigh. Many people say that Lycans are beasts, and that they slaughter their own packs for fun. It's true. But they have hearts, and once they trust a being, they'll do anything to protect them. I felt his claw gently trail down from my eyes, tracing a dried tear. He whimpers again, shifting closer to me. I heard the cracking and reformation of bones, low growls sounding before silence.

Wolfs usually lose themselves after losing their mate, some of them go rogue, I can’t let that happen to Leon, he is the future of this pack. “Dhario?” – I hear Olivia say “Yes, Love?” “What will I have to do today?” “There will be a ceremony with the witches, usually you would have to shift with me but because you are pregnant you won’t be able to and then you will meet everyone from the pack” “That sounds tiring” “I am sorry Love, but this had to be done when we first mated” “I know” – she says looking at the mirror again fixing her hair. “You look beautiful”