Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

I was half his size cuddled under his paws. "I'm sorry for the pain. I don't mean to cause you any." "What about them? Do you enjoy watching fated wolves suffer so much?" "Of course not. I want all my children to be happy. I want you to be happy. You can still have your mate, daughter. He loves you. Don't you see his love for you." I grabbed my head as her words vibrated in my skull. Why does she torture me like this? "I see his Lycan's love for me. Blake is a lost cause though. How can't you see that I deserve more than being his whore?"

- she lets out "Kind of, he was my friend, a powerful friend. He was the alpha of a pack of wolves just like I am, just like you were going to be" She laughs and it breaks my heart "You want me to believe that my dad was a werewolf?" "No, he was a wolf, I don't like that term, we don't change when there's a full moon” – I pause and look at her – “we evolved from that and we change when we need to or when our wolf takeover" "And you are saying I am a wolf?" - She asks "yes you are, and we wolves have a bond when we find our mate, the love of our life, the person/ wolf we will love more than anything"- she looks at me blankly - "you are my mate" - I say

Your support means everything to me, dear lovers of My Lycan. — Dee_jonah

He followed in silence, returning to bed and covering us while his hands caressed my hair. “Human, I have no way to love you!” The Lycan's voice came out hoarse and low, yet firm. More tears flooded my face, sobs escaping as we remained embraced in a heavy silence, even though my emotions were in turmoil inside. Was this my curse? The inability to be loved? A daughter rejected by her own mother, living in the shadow of a deceased sister, and being only a memory to her former boyfriend, who longs for my body but not for my feelings.

I can't just storm into his territory and claim his daughter against her will and without her father's permission. It could lead to an unnecessary war. I know it's true that we Lycans are stronger than ordinary Alphas, but most of us are still decent enough to show respect, and I like to think that I'm still decent even though I'm cursed. Life is funny sometimes. Just now that I found my cure, I'm thinking about another woman. I let out a sigh and close my eyes, unable to stop myself from thinking about that she-wolf I met in the woods. I remember everything.

When I earn a firm nod from her, I smile. It’s about time. “This is the documentary of lycans. The first species created by the goddess. Stronger than our kinds with magic abilities.” My heart drums like a war drum as the woman reads out the sigils. She flips to the next few pages. I watch her eyes scan the page. Then her words come again. “Lycans were cursed by the goddess because of the sins committed by the alphas that have led them. That curse was death.” I blanch completely at her words. I’ve never heard about that before.

"I've read some parts of the book. I got to the part where she talked about love. How does it work?" "For the Lycans, love is destined. That is, you are born to be someone's person and they are born to be yours. This is called being mates," she smiles and continues softly. "When you find him, your heart will race and your mind will scream mine. The same will happen to him" "If… If I find him, will he do to me what all the others do? I mean... He'll also see me as a murderer and despised me, be disgusted with me and probably left me for…"

"That's it?" He nodded, crossing his arms loosely. "It doesn't automatically amplify your feelings or force your heart one way or another. You won't feel... obligated to me. That's a lycan curse, remember?" He chuckled under his breath, but there was no humor in it. "We're the ones who feel everything more intensely. We're the ones damned to crave what we can't have unless it's freely given." He paused, and in that stillness, I felt the pain beneath his words.

It is a declaration of my refusal to succumb to this torment, a vow to reclaim my humanity. With each step forward, the groans and yells mingle with the howling wind, a cacophony of torment and defiance. The pain intensifies, but I push through, fueled by a burning resolve. Each communication, whether a groan or a yell, is a testament to my unyielding spirit. I am Marcus, the cursed and demon Lycan, and I will not be silenced by this agony. I will fight until my last breath, searching for a way to break free from the clutches of this curse.

“Don’t you dare take another step forward, Mr Fenrir. You can speak to me from there and you better start talking” “Fine” he gritted, “I am all you think I am, everything you think I am. I am not human, yes, I am that cursed Lycan you read about.. I have lived in this world for thousands of years changing my identity when the time comes. I was cursed because of how cruel I was and the kind of bad things I have done. I killed thousands of people, innocent people and yes, I was the one who killed you in your past life. You were my mate” he stopped, his face searching mine for any kind of expression but I kept looking at him. Pain was tugging at my heart but I refused to give him the satisfacti