Loved By My Cursed Lycan Romane & Geschichten

His whole vibe shifted. "Where did you get this?" "Some freaky forest woman grabbed me. Said I’d turn feral on my twenty-fifth birthday unless I got claimed by my mate." He didn't laugh. "This isn't funny, is it?" "No, dude. This is… shit, this is old magic. Lycan-level magic. Besides, you're already Mated to Lila." I blinked. "Lycan like werewolf-plus?" "Like an unhinged alpha monster wolf," he said. "Jake told me once. Said there were rumors of a curse like that running through rogue bloodlines."

"I have never worn a gstring in my life, Liam. I don't own one!" "Let's focus on our party," he remarked curtly, then leaned over to kiss her. She turned away. My stomach rolled in a way that it had never done before. It felt like I was about to be sick. This could not be happening to me. I should not have come here. They weren't even expecting me and didn't want me here because they feared me. Apart from the wars and all the packs I'd conquered, I was a lycan by virtue of my mother's superior genes. Our kinds were considered, evil and cursed. We were hated and feared for our unimaginable strength, senses and lifespan

"I'm not asking you to do so. It's either this or he finally snaps and goes rabid." "You know?" She started. "It's curious how much you underestimate him. Immortal or not, he is still a full red-blooded Alpha Lycan. Give him a little more credit, will you? Even without the curse, he is still twenty times stronger than any Lycan alive right now."

" Of course and I won't stop. I would pluck his heart out if he continues to lust over you. He is a cursed werewolf. A formidable dangerous enigma who shouldn't have been born at all. Do you think I will stay idle while you tied an eternal bond with the Big Bad Wolf, a Lycan? " I was confused and surprised. I could only shook my head feebly in response. Yes, Lycan is a cursed werewolf who shouldn't have been born at all but he's also my true mate. " But... But what if I want him too? What if I also have this lustful thought about him? " Upon hearing my question, Maynard's jawline tightened immediately. He took a slow strides towards me, making me to shudder senselessly. I tried to stand stil

“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?.

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.