Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

And only a few people have ever gotten to see me like this, in my uncontrollable killing spree—and now, the woman I was madly in love with has been added to that list. As a Lycanborn, I had sought help to cure me of this drenching curse that I carried for years and ripped my inner self-confidence into shards. Even though I held it all together in the open, I was a shadow of my cursed self within. And it was much more terrible that I couldn't look Vera in the eye without sensing the fear in her all over again. She looked like her soul had been extracted from her body as she sat on one of the couches—shaking, with a blanket over her shoulders. Cathryn walked over to her with a cup of coffee in

Tiptoeing he climbed down from his bed and walked towards the sliding window to close it tightly. The moment he stood in front of the open space, a wave of fresh rain splashed on his face. Lycan woke up growling like a mad one. He went out of control and Leonard couldn't control him. He was fighting to come out but he wasn't ready for that. Iris was utterly injured and in such case of Lycan came out, things might take an ugly turn. His family was once cursed by a witch to be mateless. Since then they were depending on the breeder until one breeder became a mate during the time of his ancestors.

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.’’

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.

He muttered, rubbing the side where the blow had landed against. “Stay away from her! You bloody bastard! I'll murder you if I catch you sneaking around Lazaro. I may be slow, you may be a hybrid, and you may be faster, but know this: I am a lycan, and she is my mate! I will not watch you this time, I promise.” I threatened, sure enough for my tone to carry finality in them, I could see he understood all I had said. and for a brief moment, his expression had cracked.

Meanwhile, Ivan met up with his friends in their usual spot in the library. "Why did you guys lock me out last night? It wasn't fair, dude!" he yelled. "We all got home earlier than you. So, you're the problem, not us!" Felix spat. "Do you guys really want me in your group? It seems you all hate me more each day." "We don't hate you," Asher told him. "But we agreed not to involve ourselves with girls, and you keep flaunting yourself around that girl in our class. You're ruining our image, dude," Felix added.