Novel & Cerita Fated To The Lycan Beast

"Laura, please don't do this." "Run!" The command didn't sound human. It sounded like stones grinding together in the dark. But there was no exit. The walls were closing in, the shadows stretching as she grew, turning the room into a cage of darkness. I watched her disappear beneath the beast. She didn't just change; she surged into the creature of my father's old, forbidden journals: the Lycanis Arcanum. A nightmare of obsidian fur and lethal, silent grace. It was a predator designed to erase wolves from the earth, a god of the hunt that made my human heart feel like a fragile piece of glass.

Mira It all made sense now. Valen’s strange mood swings, the rumors, him wanting me one moment and then pushing me away the next…it all made sense! You’d never turn into such a monster. What’s wrong with his wolf? I thought to Ash. Patricia combed and styled behind me, humming to herself. He’s a Lycan, Ash reminded me. They’re different from us. The mating bond affects you the same though. Not the same, she said. If our mate died, I’d mourn with you – it would be our shared pain. But Lycans…with the death of a mate, they’re driven to madness.

it said softly. “What do you want from me?” I demanded. Its expression almost looked… sympathetic. “Choose.” My heart pounded. “Choose what?” Its next words shattered me. “Your power… or your mate.” ************************************************* The mark suddenly surged across Theodore’s chest, glowing violently. He screamed a sound I had never heard from the Lycan King before. And inside the mate bond, I felt something begin to snap. The hunter whispered: “By the third moonrise… only one of you will remain balanced enough to live.”

The handwriting is familiar, bringing relief to me and Joy both as it is the exact page we have been rummaging around for; but why is it in the fire place. I recall the last page we had read together and fill it into the sentence accordingly. “A male Lycan can lose his power if he has sex with a virgin werewolf on the full moon, unless..” I leaned in to read the scrap of paper, entranced with it, “the male Lycan has found his one, promised mate. Lycan’s cannot reject or find another fated—they are trapped at the bond of which their power source will surge forever. Their one true mate.”

There, one of the Frostbite Pack elders and the Lycan king awaited us. My father, who was already waiting for me by the door, didn’t hesitate to take my hand in his arm as he led me down the aisle. He didn’t bother hiding his relief at finding a potential buyer; I suppose he’s just as eager as the others to send me away. When we reached the end of the aisle, I stood in front of Logan as the elder instructed us to repeat after him. I said, “I, Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack, accept King Logan as my chosen mate,” which I did. The king was then asked to do the same, saying, “I, King Logan of the Stormbringer Pack, accept Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack as my chosen mate,” and to mark each ot

he replied calmly. Peter said all the words that were running through my mind as he tried to calm me down. "The rogue Lycan didn't kill them; it turned them into one of its own kind. They are now part of the pack, forever cursed to roam the night as bloodthirsty creatures." The realization sent a chill down my spine as I struggled to comprehend the horror that awaited us.

I kept my eyes on the page, forcing myself to remain calm even though every word felt like another reminder of the secret I was desperately trying to protect. Then Rigina suddenly stopped reading. “Wait.” I looked up. “What?” She pointed at the page. “Listen to this.” I leaned closer. “It says every true Lycan is born with a beast.” My heart seemed to stop. I stared at the sentence, reading it again even though I already knew exactly what it said. Every true Lycan is born with a beast.My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. Rigina looked at me. “Kamari?”

"When Curtis hurt you. It absolutely destroyed me. It was the first time I had to acknowledge destiny had a thing to do in all of this. Maybe my dad was meant to die after all because if he didn't, I would never have met Fiona and helped her with her curse. We might never have become mates. You know I am right. You can feel it now too, Can't you? The bond clicked back into place despite the fact that we agreed to a mutual rejection." Lydia made a turn back to Fiona. Her claws elongated and her stance changed. I feared the worst but right before an attack could happen, Lydia spoke. "The bond has nothing to do with destiny. The only reason we became mates is because my mother made a deal with

“It stopped being just yours the second he crossed into my territory.” His voice lowered, meant only for me now. “You are not going back to Darkwater by yourself. Not tonight. Not ever.” The force behind the words wasn’t possessive. It was protective. “And if I run?” I asked because I needed to hear it. His mouth curved—not in amusement, but in certainty. “Then I chase you.” The faintest thread of something hot sparked through the link between us at that. “You can’t outrun a lycan,” he added quietly.

Those dark witches killed and threw her body in the waterfalls for magical practice. I hunted the witches down with the help of my brother and we killed them mercilessly. I became a madman with grief and anger. The following years were a blur, I worked tirelessly, and didn't even see the world around me, I was my father's perfect strong Alpha male he always wanted. One day, my father came to my office, telling me that he wanted to be the Lycan king, that his time had come but I was against it. I managed to drive the idea out of his head for a short