Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

She shook her head as if in denial. "I agree," Dare said, nodding at her response. "But the fact remains that he did and there is no way of undoing it, now. It is already set in stone and cannot be changed without severe consequences. You can't perform another curse until you are certain it will not backfire." Mariana frowned at that and opened her mouth to answer but Dare continued speaking before she could even speak. "The curse has given him powers and strength greater than any he could have achieved by himself, it has given him immortality and made him impervious to most of the laws of Nature and mankind, Scarred witch's spells and curses included. He has become immune to these things or

He spelt out. My breath seized in that splitting moment, a thousand scenarios running through my mind. “Give it an intense thought, don't get carried away by the selfish Lycan. We have to go home. Both of us with Adrian...’’ “He needs me.’’ I cut in. ‘‘What?’’ ‘‘Cyril. Aside the fact that we are mates…..’’ “Can you not mention it?’’ He interrupted. Drawing in a deep breath, I continued. “There's a curse on the lycan kingdom. A curse on their male breeds. Apparently, I'm the only way to relieving the curse.’’

"I promise you much more for your loyalty. On that exciting day, I order you to kill Baron." Lucian smirked and poked food in his mouth. Then his gaze swept over the hall, settling on the thought of RuthValis. "They don't know yet how badly they would perish," he said, shrugging with mock indifference. "There must be sacrifices for the future. My nature was made for Elowyn... and Elowyn for it. No mere wolves will take what belongs to me by nature. I am a fiery lycan for nothing but to rule the world."

I don’t know how to tackle this grave situation. My shoulders slump as I sneak closer to him. “ I don’t want to lie to you. I thought about it. But you were not in the picture back then. I didn’t know you existed and as a matter of fact, we Lycans couldn’t recognize their mates because of the curse. ” His frown deepens. “ You loved him? ” Love. That’s some strange term. How can I dare love anyone? Love equals trust. Trust equals relying on others.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

“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.”

The clouds in the sky started to part and Ella looked up at the moon which was now a bright yellow. "Any minute now ladies." Brook cackled. Ella closed her eyes and hoped that Jon had a plan. From the back of the line Ella watched the Lycan take a girl that was atleast twelve years old. They tied her arms to the stone table. Ella stared in shock as her mother drove the dagger through the little girls heart. She could not believe what she had just witnessed. It made her sick inside. Ella began to vomit when she saw the witches start to drink the little girls blood.

However, his next words broke me all over again. “You know this can’t happen,” “Darren, you.” I yanked his hand away. “Don’t take my name. I hate you and I hate you all.” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Don’t make me pity you. Look at yourself. You’re a Lycan, but what have you done to you?” “Yes, you need to understand. I’m a Lycan, and I need my mate with me.” I spoke, pressing each word to convey its importance to him.

They were loyal till death. If Corvus was one of them, then why did he turn against them? "I thought they were bound to the Lycans and must always be Loyal. Why did he turn against them?" "He became power-thirsty, I guess, and due to the bond that comes with the position, he turned into something else. That's why he's something strange. For a while now, he has been recruiting people with him to turn against the Lycan race. Bottom line, it's more complicated than I am saying right now, but you should stay away from him."

And I was a future king living on borrowed time. Since my first shift, a curse had taken root in my bones. My wolf—the core of what it meant to be Lycan—was a traitor, turning against me from within. The Royal Healers called it Spirit Fragmentation, a polished name for a slow death. They said the curse would hollow me out, consuming the wolf first, then my mind, and finally my body. My only hope, they claimed, was to find my fated mate. The one soul who could bind the fraying edges of my own.