Fated To The Lycan Beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

The words that are stuck in my head come streaming out of my mate’s mouth. “There will come a time. A time when the Moon Goddess will walk the planet. She will name the one who will come from two different species as the next to take the seat of power. However, the power he will have, will come in the form of his Fated Mate. One that the Goddess has chosen will be of mixed blood. One of Bear and Wolf of the chosen pack to be her Lycan son’s Fated Mate.

“How could he leave the one thing fated to destroy him? His beast would never allow it. Lycans have always had the strangest affinity for signing their own ruin.” The words land somewhere cold in my chest. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He glanced at Selena, who sat beside him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Levi's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "Though now extinct, they were one of the first breeds of werewolves. Which later created the breeds of Lycans." The air crackled with a newfound energy, tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear. The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible.

"Pardon me, but I think you're mistaken. Don't get me wrong, I am more than happy for you and the rest of Stone city, but I don't understand how I played a role in converting your King." She smiled. "You didn't have to do anything... It's fate." "Fate? But I'm already fated to another." I said in utter confusion. "How can I possibly be fated to Lord Saints." "I guess you must have heard that Lycans don't have mates. We marry out of love. We don't need fate deciding who we get to be with." Her smile faded. "But in this case, I believe that something that occurred aeons ago is happening now."

"The one and only heir to the throne of Khragnir. An apex predator. The beast that strikes fear into every enemy who hears my name." I let the words hang in the air. I scoffed bitterly, even with all my power, wealth, and influence, there was one thing I could not control, fate. I tightened my fingers around the edge of the windowsill as I stared into the horizon. My mind swirled with thoughts of what it meant to be a Lycan, a pure blooded one at that. Lycans, unlike werewolves, were destined to be with one person. The balance of the world itself depended on that pairing. A yin and yang. Two forces that needed each other to survive. It was a curse placed on us by Aeryna centuries ago as puni

But the moment the guard untied the chain, Lina spoke up again. "Do you have pity on this traitor, Jackson?" Lina spat at her in a venomous tone. "You were almost beaten to death by that beast, Jackson! Now we had finally poisoned and caught the beast, only If this bitch hadn't let him go, we would have our chance for revenge." John said with gritted teeth while looking at Faith with rage. "We still have a chance because the beast cannot shift into a Lycan as he is poisoned by wolfbane. As long as he is found, he will be killed." Jackson said and looked at Faith who looked up at him with widened eyes the moment she heard the word 'Lycan'.

"As you know, Kael is a Moon Lycan, which also makes him a very strong specie of Lycan and finding his fated will make him stronger, being clseto his fated will sharpen his abilities, lolving his fated will take out the risk of him running moonmad." I do not know why my mouth starts feeling bitter as Carla speaks, the thought of Kael is so unpleasant that I do not realize I have the fok in a death grip. "That's why he was arranged to marry me," or Milo. "Because he could never find his fated in an human?" The words coming from my mouth feels like sharrds of glass piercing my skin. I hate the thought of him having a fated somewhere. What is this feeling? Carla shakes hger head. "Excpt they we

My father's Lycan watches me with a mixture of pride and caution, while King Blake's Lycan stands as a sentinel, commanding respect and obedience. The air is thick with the scent of change and power, and I know that this night marks a turning point in my life. I am no longer just Caden; I am a Lycan, a warrior, a son of the alpha. And as I look up at the moon, I vow to prove myself worthy of this new identity, to embrace the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead. The hunt for my mate may be just beginning, but I am ready, stronger than ever, and determined to claim what is rightfully mine.

he said, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with gratitude and determination. "No need for thanks, Prince," Thaddeus replied, a twinkle in his eye. "Just promise me you'll be careful." Antonio's expression grew solemn as he held the book close to his chest. "Before I leave, may I ask you one more question?" he asked. Thaddeus nodded. "Of course, Prince Antonio, ask away." Antonio took a deep breath before voicing the question that had been slowly creeping into his mind. "Is it possible," he began, his voice quavering slightly now, betraying his nervousness. "Is it possible for a Lycan to be fated to a werewolf?"

She opened her swollen eyes, blinking through the gloom, and saw Aiden standing there. For the first time in her miserable life, Betty didn't feel completely alone. She felt a strange, puzzling warmth bloat in her chest. She closed her eyes, tired, and let the darkness take her. A sickening snap echoed through the room as the bones in Aiden's hands began to break and reform. His muscles swelled beneath his uniform, his skin tightening as his Lycan form began to force its way forward. His eyes glowed a blinding, molten gold, and his voice sounded like grinding stones from deep within his chest.