Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novelas e Histórias

Grace's voice resonated with authority as she confronted Giovanni, her tone laced with defiance, "You won't dare to do that!" Undeterred by her challenge, Giovanni met her gaze with unwavering confidence. His voice carried the weight of his position as he proclaimed, "I will and I can! I am the Lycan King of this pack, and no one else possesses the right to oppose me. Not even you, Grandmother."

I shrug. “Ah. How romantic.” Violet scoffs. “Nothing romantic about it.” I snap at her, making sure she knows I don’t see Gemini like that. I don’t care if it’s a lie. No one, especially Gemini, can know of my feelings. “I grabbed her ankle and took off like an animal, dragging her along.” “Damn.” Ames blinks. “For as long as I can remember, the lycan king is always offered a virgin from each pack…” She narrows her eyes. “What do you do with them?”

So they abandoned him. Soon, he grew weaker and he started nearing his death. Feeling despair and betrayed, he vowed to return and said that if they ever needed his help he would never help them unless they grant him his last dying wish – a mate. Soon he died and was buried in the tomb you guys found yesterday.” Ryan said and smiled with satisfaction seeing that no one interrupted him. “So…we awakened a depressed Lycan warrior who is sappy for love? This is the dangerous guy you almost got me shitting my pants for?” Michael asked, breaking the awkward silence.

" I know you're saying this just to console me, thanks, let's go home am not going to work today" " Enough Scarlet just because someone who doesn't care about your feelings, he did not even tell you, and you're just wasting your tears for nothing, it's not the end of the world, you should live happily and not for a fool." With anger, she left scarlet behind. " Wait for me Kesley" Kesley ignored her and walked faster. She reached home before Scarlet and went to her room. Scarlet reaches home a few minutes later, she lay down on her bed thinking about what Kesley told her, she wished it could happen, but it can't because for generations no werewolf has ever had a second mate.

The red eyes of the Duke are hungrily eyeing her and he flashes a smile, slightly showing his teeth. Roseanne blinks. For a second, she thought she saw something strange about his teeth but he puts his finger under her chin and forces her to look straight at him. “What happened, my dear?” he asks in a lazy tone. “Am I seducing you?” “No!” she retorts. “Never!” But he only smiles. “Remember, dear. I am a Lycan. And I can hear that heart of yours very clearly.”

“You'll get us all killed! Dad's death would've been for nothing!” “I am going to spend the rest of my life married to a ruthless Lycan King who is also a mafia boss and I don't want that,” Freya took Maya's hands again. “You can help me, sis.” Maya tried to shrivel away from the contact but Freya sobbed. “Please, you can help me.” “You're running away from a Mafia Lycan King, what makes you think I won't do the same?” Maya gave her a stern look.

Several wizards and werewolves had gathered in the room to discuss Lyall. “And thank you for coming, Darius. I know you could have sent someone here.” Darius chuckled. “The pleasure is mine. Shall we begin?” “Sure. Ron?” “Yes, Alpha. Have you ever heard of the Lycan monster?” “Sure, so the boy inherited the curse?” asked one of the wizards. “That’s right, but unfortunately, he doesn’t have a mate yet. As we all know, the only way for him to unite with a Lycan is to kill his mate. His mate must die by his own hand, just like his grandfather did,” Ron explained.

In my memories, she stands before me in another life, fierce, radiant, and untouchable. The woman who once held my heart in her hands and crushed it to seal my fate. I loved her with a madness that terrified even me. I would have wasted empires for one smile. Instead, she chose betrayal and left me to rot. And now here she is again. My Bella. My curse. My salvation. I'm trembling. Actually fucking trembling under her touch. The great Lycan King, reduced to shaking like a boy because his mate is looking at him with something dangerously close to tenderness.

he smirked, “Our relationship is graduating and I don't fear enemies, I am the Lycan King, I make them.” He didn't wait for a response and pulled me to him, his hands wrapped around my shoulder protectively. My heart swelled. Finally a decent man. A man who wouldn't treat me like trash, a man who wouldn't see me as a slave and defend me. I knew luck would one day shine on me and love would find me. This is my man, a man who loved me. Everyone stared at us as we made our grand exist like some sort of fictional characters who finally had their Happy Ever After

But I will do my best to help when you are ready to do this. Take care of yourself, Victoria. Your path is bright, and your mate adores you. Your transformation is almost done. You will live long enough to see many die, for a few generations. That’s the curse of the Lycans. Long ago, the Goddess granted our kind the power to survive through ages, to endure even when others fell, but she bound that gift with sorrow—for every friend and loved one we cherish, there comes a time when we must watch them fade while we remain. The curse is not only living longer than most, but carrying memories heavy with loss. Use your powers, Victoria, you’re stronger than you think.