روايات وقصص ضمن Loved By My Cursed Lycan

“This is not the first time he’s hurt you, is it?” Eric stayed quiet for a while, as though finding the right words to use. “No. It’s not the first time,” he finally said, voice low, almost guilty. “But like I said, he doesn’t mean to. It’s the curse. The Lycan takes over whenever his past surfaces. It can be triggered through sleep or something that provokes him.” Ethan sighed. He couldn’t wait to know why Lucian was cursed. Why the bond was a cursed one… He still didn’t understand a thing, and it drove him crazy.

Being a creature of the night, I embraced the warmth of the Lycan Alpha's lips as a harbinger of change—a celestial alignment that defied the conventions of our supernatural realms. In that fleeting moment, I surrendered to the currents of destiny, my lips locking with her in a silent vow that echoed through the ages. The kiss, an ephemeral communion, spoke of a connection that transcended the confines of immortality—a union forged in the crucible of time, where vampire and Lycan found solace in the embrace of each other. Yes. She's a Lycan. A Lycan who was destined to end my life, but even after knowing that, I am still ready to get my life taken if it's her who’ll take it.

" Wolves love blood too. Lycans love fresh blood. We are animals, wild ones." " I know that!" I sighed, rubbing my forehead softly, " So, what can I do to help you? Do you need my blood? To make any cure?" " It doesn't work like this." He stood up, his tall figure making the already small room feel even smaller. " It's said the last descendant of the Moon Servants is my cure. Only they can help me lift the curse." I heard him as he walked around, scanning the bedroom carefully. The pile of clothes, the garbage, everything. The fact that he had been here for the last fourteen hours made my face burn red in embarrassment.

Eden complained worriedly. Aldus’ theory was confusing and scaring me more. I really didn’t want to be rare if it would cost me my freedom. However, looking at our puzzled faces, Aldus smiled warmly. While examining the lines of my palm, he answered, “Yes, this blessing is not easy to handle but M’lady is blessed to be loved by any Lycans. Though Lycans despise werewolves and think of them as lowly creatures, they will go crazy in M’lady’s presence. They can’t ignore her addictive and bewitching scent until M’lady is claimed and marked as a mate.”

I am Luna, a cursed Lycan. The sins of my grandfather brought this curse upon me. According to the witches, nothing can break this curse. The witch who placed the curse is dead and now we make sacrifices every full moon to her to beg her. This sacrifice started when I was fourteen and now I'm nineteen. I guess six years isn't enough for her broken heart. If you asked me I'd say she was being cruel. I mean six years of living in hell aren't enough for her to let me go and let me be?.

I could feel the curse humming, satisfied for the moment but already hungry for more. She rested her forehead against my collarbone. Her voice came out soft and raw. “Tell me everything. No more half truths. What exactly is this curse, and why does it react to me?” I opened my mouth to answer. The words were right there—the origin of the Lycan darkness, the way it bound itself to blood and lust, the reason her training had to be finished before the next full moon. I had sworn I would never speak them aloud to her until she was ready.

that particular kind of stillness, that resignation. Then he took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Your highness. If their mate bond is broken, the curse will return. It will take full form in your nephew, and the prophecy will come to pass exactly as it was written. She's managed to subdue the curse so far ... but only because of her lycan blood…" "Wait. What? She's a lycan?" The word left me sharper than I intended.

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.

The intoxicating physical attraction between Isaac and I left my head spinning, forgetting about needing to remember wrong from right. He was a lycan. This was wrong. But, at some point, the moon had written that he was mine. This was right. It would hurt in the end, but I didn’t need experience to know I found pleasure in the pain.

The Lycan yelled at him. I had never had sex before, so I didn't know if this feeling was me craving sex but I knew a pulse was fast-growing between my thighs, why would the Lycan want to have sex with a low rank like me? Of course, he would reject the situation immediately. "You can have someone else do it, Lycan, but we might not be able to save her otherwise. Because she needs someone strong enough to solve the effects of her drug, or it will take more than one man." The doctor explained.