Loved By The Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

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.

“He told me I was a mistake. Why does he care who I walk with?” “Because he’s a Lycan,” Kael said, his voice turning serious. “And no matter what he tells himself, his soul knows you belong to him. Seeing another man touch what is his... it’s going to drive him mad.” I looked up at the empty balcony, my pulse thundering in my ears. I should have been scared. I should have been angry. But as I turned to walk back toward the castle, a small, dangerous spark of satisfaction lit up in my chest.

His eye flicker to me “And Luna. Just call me Lukas. With the way things are, I have a feeling we’ll bond right away with the power of having to carry a whole team.” I have a bad feeling about where he’s going with this. “How much do you know about the curse?” Lukas asks us “Only rumors.” Zen shrugs a shoulder nonchalantly “That it turns people into lycans, killing everything in sight. The perfect, non-descript curse to scare the masses.”

“What am I missing?” “It is because of my great grandfather that the lycan’s were cursed. He had found his mate and forced her to return to this pack. He never told her but he wiped out her entire pack because they kept trying to take her back. She eventually found out and attempted to leave him, but he ended up losing control of his lycan and he killed her. That is why the moon goddess cursed us.” “And you want me to be okay with you mating to my Alpha’s daughter?”

“You don't want the housemistress to hear you. I'm sure you still prefer to keep that head of yours.” “What witch?” I questioned. “Last night, I heard two of the castle's maids talking about it. Is there a witch in the Castle?” The three of us waited for the others to leave. Then we continued. “Word is the Lycans are cursed by a witch,” Anya said. “It drives them towards causing a massacre. They thrive off the bloodshed.” “Yes, Anya's right,” Sara replied. “They took me with them when they attacked the northern packs of the realm. The gory sight was enough to scar my mind forever. Even children were not spared.”

He followed in silence, returning to bed and covering us while his hands caressed my hair. “Human, I have no way to love you!” The Lycan's voice came out hoarse and low, yet firm. More tears flooded my face, sobs escaping as we remained embraced in a heavy silence, even though my emotions were in turmoil inside. Was this my curse? The inability to be loved? A daughter rejected by her own mother, living in the shadow of a deceased sister, and being only a memory to her former boyfriend, who longs for my body but not for my feelings.

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.

Being a creature of the night, I embraced the warmth of the Lycan Alpha's lips as a harbinger of change—a celestial alignment that defied the conventions of our supernatural realms. In that fleeting moment, I surrendered to the currents of destiny, my lips locking with her in a silent vow that echoed through the ages. The kiss, an ephemeral communion, spoke of a connection that transcended the confines of immortality—a union forged in the crucible of time, where vampire and Lycan found solace in the embrace of each other. Yes. She's a Lycan. A Lycan who was destined to end my life, but even after knowing that, I am still ready to get my life taken if it's her who’ll take it.

“He came to me one day, begging for help. He needed a cure for his sister who grew ill, and seeing the girl struggle, I let them in. It was that night that I saw and predicted his future.” “He had two choices, and both led to the same path eventually, but he chose the one that cut the path short.” “What were his two choices?” I asked, frowning in confusion. “The Lycans, just like your mother, have sinned. Their presence, unlike the other wolves, came from a sin or more specifically, a curse, that made them scarier than a normal wolf would be. They were more beasts, unstoppable, greedy, cold, and harsh. If set on a target, they knew no mercy. Of course, they have adapted to living our daily l

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.’’