Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

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

That triggered my anger. Angrily, I removed the knife from Victor, my father's chest, and slashed my palm with it. "What the fuck is this weirdo doing?" One of the younger vampires who had joined in asked, laughing like a fool. I growled loudly. Loud enough to shake the trees and disturb the oceans. Instantly, I shifted into the curse that I was. I wasn't a regular lycan. I was the only lycan, the only type of my species. I wasn't born naturally. Even though my mother was pregnant with me, the witches called me out and named my wolf, *Bestia Sin Nombre*

She would see the Lycan again. Her head was in a state of euphoria as she lay in bed, imagining herself unravelling the mystery of her saving stranger. The smiles, and her much sought opportunity to say thank you to him. Until she asked herself the damning question. Then what? She was fresh from a heartbreak, and the pain of being left alone on her wedding day. What would happen if she and the Lycan fell in love? Would she not be exposing herself to the pain twice? Why did she even want to see him?

“You are lucky I can't kill you instantly.” “Lucien, you can't leave me like this… I need you to touch me like the way you did when we were mating, you had never been that passionate before.” She begged. “That's because you used charms so that I could fuck you,” I spat as I wore my shorts. “How did you know–?” She had a shocked expression on her face. “You think I would snap out of it? I am a fucking lycan, Natalie! Now, Get out!!"

The words came out flat and bitter. “Knows what?” she pressed. I looked at her, hating that I had to say it aloud. “He knows I’ve lost my Lycan.” Her breath caught. “What? How?” “He smelled it,” I said, jaw clenched. “He knew the second he saw me. There’s no hiding it.” For a moment, she just stared. Then she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me. She rested her head against my chest, her touch soft but fierce.

Whitney’s childlike mind is what draws Aiden in as he sat on the couch across the room staring at the woman laying on his bed. However, he was Aiden Lewis, the last lycan alpha king of the Night Walker pack, and was cursed by a sorcerer that his mate would not live past the night of their marriage rites. That was when he razed the witch's territory to the ground. The sorcerer fled the scene and was nowhere to be seen, he had lived with this curse for decades and only the pure blood of a witch can erase this curse. Meanwhile, the witches seemed to have gone to extinction and this caused Aiden to lose his mate to the cruel curse.