Loved By My Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

A faint warmth seeps through the glass, crawling up my wrist like tendrils of cold fire. “You must be clever,” she warns. “The King is no ordinary Lycan. His curse is tied to ancient magic, to blood spilled by witches long before your pack existed. This”—she touches the vial—“enhances the curse. Speeds it. Unleashes it.” “And it will kill him?” I ask. “If he doesn’t kill himself under the madness first.” Her smile is slow, wicked. “Either way, he will not stand.” My breath comes out harsh.

When I heard the line go quiet with only her heavy breathing of angry puffs I put my phone back to my ear and asked, “I understand that you hate lycans because of what happened but why do you hate all the rest of the animals? How did they ever harm you? They don’t even have human forms like us. It’s not like I am meeting with a werewolf or Lycan I just want a normal wolf as a pet.” “Lycia Amoret! Are you trying to argue with your mother? If I said that you can’t have a pet then that’s the end of the discussion. I am not buying you one and don’t you dare let me hear that wretched word from your lips again. I hate that abominated species of mindless puppets.” She snarled making me roll my eyes

“Because the curse that the old Lycans fear… began with her.” He moved away from the door, as if the story needed more space. “Cernach,” he began. “A Lycan warrior, born from the First Wild Bloodline. Untamable. Brutal. He believed he could mark her. That he could make the Goddess his. Unite her spirit to his flesh.” The silence grew denser. “And Morrigan… allowed it,” Alexei continued, more quietly. “But what was born from their union was a curse.”

I despised her for the pain she inflicted upon me, and yet, I was powerless to defend myself against her wrath. As I allowed myself to succumb to the overwhelming emotions, my thoughts drifted to Kavan, my true mate. Oh, how I yearned for him, for his embrace, and for the love we could share if not for the cruel fate that had placed me in the clutches of Murad. Kavan's presence had been a beacon of hope and light in my life, a love I yearned to embrace openly. But destiny had other plans, chaining me to Murad, the possessive Lycan King who cared more for power than the heart of the one he owned.

Where are all these misunderstandings coming from? "A Lycan can never be my mate! Moon goddess can never be so cruel to me as to curse me like this!" He could hear the sound of his heart breaking at her words. The fact that she thinks that him being her mate is a curse for her was more than what he could have handled.

I scowled at him. I hadn’t forgotten about my promise to make Lily’s father and all other Praised brother freaks normal again and this was my first step to doing so. The Lycan grew a dirty smirk. The other Lycans were pounding on their cages now and growling like the animals they were, so the atmosphere was noisy, and it made me inch close to the stinky Lycan guard in order to hear what he had to say. “There is no cure for them, Your Highness.” He grinned. “The only cure for them is redemption and death. Redemption, when they kill everyone you love, and death, when they keep killing until their very last breath.”

It was a captivating mystery enticing me forward, daring me to unravel its secrets. Lucian's eyes burned with an intensity that could sear through steel, a simmering hatred that smouldered beneath the surface. His voice, dripping with contempt, cut through the tension-laden atmosphere like a blade through flesh. "If you're done indulging in your visual feast," he growled, the sound reverberating through the charged air, "he snarled, his words laced with venomous disdain. "I have no interest in being a mere spectacle for your entertainment. I'd appreciate the chance to change." My thoughts were sent into a frenzy as I tried to comprehend the inexplicable thoughts I just had. He is the Cursed

Up until yesterday, I thought Xahen was the only lycan in the realm. Up until yesterday, I was certain I would never encounter one. Or encounter him. I stared at the width of his shoulders, the thickness of his neck, and realized the scale of his power. Not even the King of Duskmire’s wolf was this big. This was beyond just an Alpha; this was kingly, cursed, unholy might. I forced myself to keep calm. It was massive, yes, but goddess, it was beautiful. He was a perfect, terrible instrument of nature.

It would hurt her, just as it would hurt me, but maybe it wouldn't break her. "As you know, lycans are an aggressive breed of supernatural beings. To rule over them, you need a level of strength that I wonder if you will ever possess. I thought bonding with you would help your lycan grow in power, but somehow, that didn't happen. It's not like there is a doctor for bonds who can examine it to tell us why this is happening, so we need to accept that the bond will not fix what is broken."

the other said. “What if the alpha asks?” “We'll say she died and we buried her,” they concluded. My heart plummeted. What? They wanted to abandon me here? My fingers twitched. “We can't do that. Did you see the way he looked at her?” One asked. “He held compassion in them, and I've never seen the vicious lycan looking at any woman like that.” My stomach sank. I was mated to a vicious lycan? I stifled a gulp, feeling my stomach twist into knots.