Fated To The Lycan Beast Novels & Stories

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.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

the other said. “What if the alpha asks?” “We'll say she died and we buried her,” they concluded. My heart plummeted. What? They wanted to abandon me here? My fingers twitched. “We can't do that. Did you see the way he looked at her?” One asked. “He held compassion in them, and I've never seen the vicious lycan looking at any woman like that.” My stomach sank. I was mated to a vicious lycan? I stifled a gulp, feeling my stomach twist into knots.

I attributed the slowness to him being advanced in age. "They are the Moon Walker Lycans, and they are here for the Goddess Selene Stone, the gem keeping the Moon Stone pack spirit alive."

he urged. Internally, I agreed and this time, when he took my arm, I accepted his help. My heart was pounding both from the pain of my wounds and my mistrust of Kingston. Was I making the right choice? "Trust me," he said, "I can speed you away from here faster than you've ever seen." Without another word, Kingston shifted before my eyes into a steel and snow-white furred wolf. I knew what he wanted—for me to ride on his far more adept form. Nina, my wolf, told me to climb on. It was the first time she'd popped up since I'd been sold.

This is Asher's twin, Axel, the Lycan King. And that’s a problem because every cell in my body is saying that the most dangerous Lycan on the continent, my brother-in-law to be, is actually my fated mate.

they chuckled, their hands slapping and touching my backside. Despite my slender appearance, I possessed an attractive figure, boasting curves in all the right places. The guards grabbed the whip and began mercilessly flogging me as they forced me onward. Mocked and laughed at, I endured the lashes as they herded me towards the Slave Hunt. This place was a haven for rogue wolves destined for sale to the twin Lycan Kings. They were the wealthiest and most powerful Alphas around, true descendants of the Moon goddess. Their lycanthropy differed from others, standing taller and ten times stronger, resembling humans more closely.

Pushing back against the Lycans, I sprinted towards her, a streak of fur and determination. But the Outstanding Lycan, undeterred by my advancement, intercepted me with blinding speed. His crimson eyes bore into mine, a chilling calmness settling upon his face. "You're too late, Levi," he sneered. "By the time you reach her, she'll be nothing but a memory." A surge of desperation coursed through me, lending strength to my limbs. With a primal roar, I launched myself at the Outstanding Lycan, our bodies colliding in a furious clash. Claws met claws, teeth clashed against teeth as we fought for dominance.

Elias would never do anything to put me in danger. “You’re right about that,” Erina spoke up. “But he’s also very upset right now. His lycan will take over, and you will find that he is less prone to reason and more prone to animalistic behavior.” “I don’t understand.” “You’re his mate and someone hurt you. You haven’t been claimed yet.” She swallowed deeply before continuing. “He would never hurt you on purpose, but his lycan may not see it as hurting you. By the time he realizes, it’ll be too late.”