Loved By The Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath and looked at her with weary eyes. “He promised me life.” Maria looked at him with a raised brow, not quite understanding what he meant. Before she could ask further questions, he continued explaining. “I'm not living past the next blood moon.” Maria gasped at the revelation. He continued. “I've been cursed since I left my pack in Lycanthia. I was born as one of the rare Lycans in my packs. Someone framed me for a crime I didn't commit and my father kicked me out of the pack. I don't have much time Maria. That's why I was overjoyed when I found my mate. At least I get to spend my last days with someone I love.”

This was the moment both of us had quietly feared. “Do you have to go?” he asked. I met his eyes honestly. “Sometimes.” The word hung heavily in the air. Then I added softly, “But not alone.” He blinked. “What do you mean?” I squeezed his hand. “Balance doesn’t separate life from love. It protects both.” His expression shifted slowly as understanding dawned. “You’re choosing both worlds.” “I’m choosing my world,” I corrected gently. “And you’re part of it.” A slow smile appeared on his face the first completely unburdened smile I had ever seen from the Lycan King.

"The fated child of a lycan and werewolf royalty. A blood royal, and the first offspring to lay blood right to the lycan throne. But, she wasn't even a werewolf." "What?" Isaac roared, throwing me off his lap and standing up. "She shifts! She's a wolf!" Isaac had a thing for strangulation, it seemed like. Only the strangulation of Annalise, though. I kept my eyes on Bram, but he made no move to save his mate. Maybe it was the loss of a bond when he became a lycan that was never reawakened with a mark, or the rejection he supposedly issued her, but it truly seemed as if he didn't care if she lived or died. Or, he knew Isaac wasn't truly threatening her life. My own mate only wanted answers, a

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

"I was carrying the oil-can up the narrow steps near the royal hall. I lost my footing and caught myself against a sharp iron sconce." Neris reached out, catching my wrist to pull my hand down so she could see the marks clearly. Her breath caught in her throat. "That's not a scrape from an iron sconce," Neris whispered, her eyes darting toward the closed door as if the walls might overhear. "Those are claw marks, Elara. Lycan claws." My chest tightened, but I kept my gaze calm and steady. I couldn't risk telling her the truth. If Neris knew what the King had done, the fear and the secret would only put her in just as much danger as me.

Several wizards and werewolves had gathered in the room to discuss Lyall. “And thank you for coming, Darius. I know you could have sent someone here.” Darius chuckled. “The pleasure is mine. Shall we begin?” “Sure. Ron?” “Yes, Alpha. Have you ever heard of the Lycan monster?” “Sure, so the boy inherited the curse?” asked one of the wizards. “That’s right, but unfortunately, he doesn’t have a mate yet. As we all know, the only way for him to unite with a Lycan is to kill his mate. His mate must die by his own hand, just like his grandfather did,” Ron explained.

“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 red eyes of the Duke are hungrily eyeing her and he flashes a smile, slightly showing his teeth. Roseanne blinks. For a second, she thought she saw something strange about his teeth but he puts his finger under her chin and forces her to look straight at him. “What happened, my dear?” he asks in a lazy tone. “Am I seducing you?” “No!” she retorts. “Never!” But he only smiles. “Remember, dear. I am a Lycan. And I can hear that heart of yours very clearly.”

I was the only one to answer the questions lingering in everyone's mind because all fingers are pointed at me as the brutal killer. They hadn't pounced on me because of my new strength and the Lycan I had as a mate, but their eyes said it all. I would never be loved by them. They will never accept me as their leader and would prefer to die at the hands of the demons than ask me for help.

Our foreheads were touching as he replied, “Why do you have to make it so damn hard, Celia? I cannot reveal everything right now” The musky scent of his cologne was making it hard to stay sane. His silver eyes were fixated on mine as he studied my face. “Why can’t you? You are a lycan prince for fuck’s sake” “I am cursed, Celia. You know that” “Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…”