Loved By The Cursed Lycan Novels & Stories

This forced him to bare his throat that Warrick ripped into a second later, and the male went limp as the wound on Warrick's neck closed up. These dense rogues didn't even do the most basic homework of researching their adversary. If they did, they would know that first of all, he was a Lycan, then most importantly, he was cursed. A cursed Lycan. This meant one thing among many others; He is impossible to kill. An immortal being. Before the wolf he just killed even dropped into the water, another was already on top of Warrick. Snarls tore from their throats as another rogue male attacked from the side and dragged claws down Warrick's flank.

So they abandoned him. Soon, he grew weaker and he started nearing his death. Feeling despair and betrayed, he vowed to return and said that if they ever needed his help he would never help them unless they grant him his last dying wish – a mate. Soon he died and was buried in the tomb you guys found yesterday.” Ryan said and smiled with satisfaction seeing that no one interrupted him. “So…we awakened a depressed Lycan warrior who is sappy for love? This is the dangerous guy you almost got me shitting my pants for?” Michael asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“I may not know everything about you but I am certain this lady who’s blood has spilled over has a lot of bad intentions about you. You found out and now.. “Hers is nothing” I cut her off, “it was easy to find out she was an enemy when she attacked my woman and hurt her” “Of course, you always do your homework” I walked back to the rock and lowered myself on it, now all of my wounds have closed up but my beast was still begging to be released and cause mayhem to the world. “You know the story of the first lycan to be cursed, don’t you?” “Legend has it that he was the direct descendant of the moon goddess and she cast him away in order for him to be punished, he was a very bad one. Second to

that particular kind of stillness, that resignation. Then he took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Your highness. If their mate bond is broken, the curse will return. It will take full form in your nephew, and the prophecy will come to pass exactly as it was written. She's managed to subdue the curse so far ... but only because of her lycan blood…" "Wait. What? She's a lycan?" The word left me sharper than I intended.

But I will do my best to help when you are ready to do this. Take care of yourself, Victoria. Your path is bright, and your mate adores you. Your transformation is almost done. You will live long enough to see many die, for a few generations. That’s the curse of the Lycans. Long ago, the Goddess granted our kind the power to survive through ages, to endure even when others fell, but she bound that gift with sorrow—for every friend and loved one we cherish, there comes a time when we must watch them fade while we remain. The curse is not only living longer than most, but carrying memories heavy with loss. Use your powers, Victoria, you’re stronger than you think.

"What kind of curse? Randall's face softened, but the storms wrestled in his eyes. "It's tied into the very roots of the Lycan bloodlines. The curse ties strength to suffering and power to betrayal. Tyrone knew of this, Alora. He knew it would either destroy you or make you unstoppable. "You're not telling the truth," I whispered, my voice very quiet. "This. this is too hard. How could I—how could I be—" Because you are," he said in that low, quiet voice that was like steel. "You're what they've been looking for. You're the one they want in their hands, who's going to make everything different.

When no one replies. He clears his throat and starts, "When God created this world, he created many species and allow us to live in a hierarchy, from one cell living being to humans we have a cycle. To protect this hierarchy he created us I mean supernatural beings, he wanted us to protect living beings, not leaving the path he created. God thought that he gave us enough so we don't need anything anymore and paid his attention to the growing species which is humans. That's when Evil King comes into the picture. He manipulated supernatural beings and cast a spell on them. So they all forgot who they are and what their purpose in creation was and destroyed many beautiful things, God created an

, is this perhaps one of the many curses they were to experience in their lifetime? At his birth, for their father's sin, both brothers had been cursed by a powerful witch. Lucifer was cursed with the daily urge and need to consume blood to suppress his Lycan beast from taking control of his body and spiraling out of control, going berserk. While Lucian had been cursed to a lifetime of darkness. His curse prevented him from ever stepping into the sun which would inevitably burn him like it would a vampire. Lucian was also cursed to suffer an excruciating pain that would set his lycan beast loose and out of control every ten days. To control this fate, he had a secret dungeon where he spent t

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.

“It’s Karen. She’s been working with her mother’s journal. Said she’s getting closer to a cure.” For a heartbeat—just one—his face went completely still. Then something fractured in his expression. His breath hitched, just once, before he clamped down on it. But I saw it. The way his throat worked, the way his fingers twitched at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. “A cure…” His voice was rough, scraped raw. “For me?” I nodded. “Yeah. For the spell. The one that’s been poisoning your Lycan.” My chest ached just saying it out loud. “She said it’s not done yet. But it’s close.”