Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

“I promise you I didn’t cheat on you, it's about me and my wolf.” “What about you?” I said confused. “I mean you are a wolf right?” “No.” he sighed. “I am a Lycan, a cursed one.” he sighed again. “This is why my father doesn’t trust me with you. He thinks I am going to hurt you, he doesn’t want me to accept you, for your protection. My father killed my mother because of this curse. I don’t want it to happen to you, but I feel like you are stronger and better.”

“What am I missing?” “It is because of my great grandfather that the lycan’s were cursed. He had found his mate and forced her to return to this pack. He never told her but he wiped out her entire pack because they kept trying to take her back. She eventually found out and attempted to leave him, but he ended up losing control of his lycan and he killed her. That is why the moon goddess cursed us.” “And you want me to be okay with you mating to my Alpha’s daughter?”

“He came to me one day, begging for help. He needed a cure for his sister who grew ill, and seeing the girl struggle, I let them in. It was that night that I saw and predicted his future.” “He had two choices, and both led to the same path eventually, but he chose the one that cut the path short.” “What were his two choices?” I asked, frowning in confusion. “The Lycans, just like your mother, have sinned. Their presence, unlike the other wolves, came from a sin or more specifically, a curse, that made them scarier than a normal wolf would be. They were more beasts, unstoppable, greedy, cold, and harsh. If set on a target, they knew no mercy. Of course, they have adapted to living our daily l

Blood was oozing out of my palm. However, as I was Lycan, her bite could not do any harm to me. although I am not sure about the curse, I hope it will heal. Ten minutes later, the wound was healed. Alessia on the other hand was crying and whining in pain. One minute I could see the tell-tale sign of my mate, of my Cherie and the next moment when I inch closer, she would turn wild. I know its all the curse doing. After the bite attack, I treaded carefully and coaxed her with my words. I tried to make her remember our time spent together.

He was the last of an ancient, bloodthirsty race—cursed by Fate itself. "But… but if Adrian is a Dire Wolf, How is he Lycan?" I stammered, “It was said that he became a Lycan later only few know how and when he became a Lycan.” She said, "And what does this have to do with the curse that kills his mates?" I asked. “It’s more complicated.” She sighed. "More complicated?" I echoed, shaking my head. "How can it be more complicated than this? The Dire Wolves are cursed, aren't they? They’re doomed to die before they reach seventy, to kill their own for power."

“And that crazy boy won’t come home or even speak to me. This is where he belongs, love. This is his pack to rule.” “Lucifer…” I said softly, recognizing the ache behind his words. “Don’t get me wrong,” he sighed. “I’m proud of him. Proud that he built his own pack from nothing, that his name alone commands fear across the lands.” His eyes glistened with admiration. “But he’s worse than I ever was, love. His chaos could ruin him. His brute force, his contempt for women…” I placed a finger on his lips. “We both know that’s not the boy we raised. He’s under the curse’s influence.”

Selene, I'd always be grateful to her. But even with them there, a part of me was still missing. My bride. They called me the cursed Lycan. It wasn't just a name, it was a sentence. A punishment burned into my very soul. Centuries ago, I fought a demon. I thought I could win. I thought I could end him. But he didn’t kill me. He did something worse. He cursed me.

The rest of the spectators cheered him and carried him up and chanted his nickname. "Lucifer! The hell dog!" They kept chanting. I pulled away from the window and sighed. I hoped and prayed he would forget me tonight. I hoped his victory would occupy the thoughts of his mind, but I was wrong. A few minutes later, the very image of my thought strolled casually into my room. "Turn around," Lucifer commanded me in his alpha male voice and without much resistance, I obeyed, heading to the bed, my face away from his. Lucifer Saunron is the alpha male of the Lycans and the owner of me.

He took a deep breath and looked at her with weary eyes. “He promised me life.” Maria looked at him with a raised brow, not quite understanding what he meant. Before she could ask further questions, he continued explaining. “I'm not living past the next blood moon.” Maria gasped at the revelation. He continued. “I've been cursed since I left my pack in Lycanthia. I was born as one of the rare Lycans in my packs. Someone framed me for a crime I didn't commit and my father kicked me out of the pack. I don't have much time Maria. That's why I was overjoyed when I found my mate. At least I get to spend my last days with someone I love.”

I forced my eyes open and saw the legendary, supreme being—Samuel Gray, the pure-blood Lycan King. He was the oldest, most brutal, absolute ruler of the werewolf race. The wolfsbane blurred my vision, but I could still feel the fierce power radiating from him. "I… don't want to die…" With my mud-caked hand, I clutched desperately at the edge of his flowing cloak. My knuckles whitened from the strain, as if I were clutching the last thread of life in the abyss.