Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.

She stood at the cliff's edge with her chest heaving and eyes locked on me, on the blood covering my muzzle, on my crimson eyes that shouldn't be crimson, that were only this color because the curse was getting worse. I took a step toward her. My paws shook, actually shook, and two hundred and forty-eight years old, the most powerful Lycan in existence, I was shaking because a woman half my size was looking at me like she couldn't decide if I was her savior or her executioner. Another step.

"The memory of the first blood is here. Do you want to hear how the curse began, little wolf?" "Tell me," I said. I stepped closer to her. The air smelled like damp earth and rot. "In the beginning, the Lycans walked the earth alone," Love said. Her voice vibrated through the floorboards of my mind. "They had the power of the old witches in their veins. They could turn the soil. They could call the storms. But Tola was the greatest of them all, and she hated the magic." "Why?" I asked.

Yet, we, the Lycans, had turned that curse into our strength—heightened durability, brute strength, and rapid regeneration, were all gifts that came with the curse But it was also accompanied by the inevitable transformation during every full moon. However, this wasn't a night of the full moon. The servants, no doubt puzzled, diligently wrapped chains around me, ensuring they were as secure as ribbons on a gift. As an Alpha, I was a direct descendant of Lycaon. So I bore both the boon and the darkness of the curse. My beast, more primal and bloodthirsty than any mere Lycan, craved something different this time. It wasn't the flesh of innocents but a singular focus—Cameryn's flesh.

“Contrary to what we’ve been made to believe, the first Lycan was never created by the goddess, he was an ordinary werewolf, a tyrannical Alpha who seeked more power than one man should have and he ended up getting it but it came at a huge price, a curse. Tatum glances back at him from the steering wheel, “I think I’ve heard this tale before, I just never believed it to be true.” “Wait, what curse? Are you saying Amara is cursed? According to the prophecy, she’s the next Lycan queen,” Leila asks, her voice full of worry. “No. I don’t think so. Every Lycan has been from the bloodline of the first Lycan and she’s not from that bloodline, plus she was born like that. The first Lycan on the othe

All Ulaya could hope for was that Liza came through for her and she could somehow break this horrible curse that was causing emotions she wouldn't otherwise have. She stood from the bed walking over to the damn door unlocking it so she didn't have to hear his loud obnoxious mouth complaining when he came back later, and that nosey asshole would come back. She wished she could hate these two sons of bitches, but nomatter what they did she couldn't bring herself to feel that way about them and it was nothing but torture to be forced by a lycan mate bond. It was pure hell knowing you were stuck with the same species that had ended your parents.

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.