Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

“When the red moon reaches its peak, her blood will be the key to wiping out all wolves." I paled at this information. The Purge. I have heard of it in the prophecies. I didn’t know the specific details but they wanted her for the extinction. I looked at the three witches. I thought of Serena in the bathroom—the scars on her back. She has been hunted her whole life and my people were her only semblance of hope. She chose to come back to me when she had the chance to flee. "I decline your request," I said, forcing myself up onto my elbows. "I am the King of Lycans. I will not trade my own people for cowards, afraid of their own skin."

“I once predicted that Elara’s pup would be a defective spawn. Today, I’ll prove my prophecy right.” Damian lifted the cage lid. Inside was my black werewolf pup, already showing signs of awakening. “Damian!” I shouted, swooping down from the rooftop. “Perfect timing! Watch closely!” he laughed, then lifted his own golden pup. The golden pup was restless and eager to move. “Today, you shall witness the truth! I am a Golden Lycan, and my word is law!” The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

The name alone had haunted my dreams and driven my every waking thought. Lucian Knight, the Merciless Lycan King, was the man who destroyed my life. He had no idea who I was, not yet, and perhaps that was my only advantage. But as I moved further down the corridor, doubt clawed at me. Should I run? Should I try to escape? The idea was insane. Running would only ensure my death. Lucian wasn’t called the Merciless Knight for nothing. The stories of what he did to those who crossed him were more than enough to send shivers down my spine.

His heart dropped as he rushed to her and kneeled before her he shook her and gently patted her face as he shouted her name, “Raina? Raina! Raina! Open your eyes, Raina! What happened!” Luke shouted, he had heard about the pain of rejection he had heard how painful the pain of rejection is, and he himself could feel it, but he had also heard one more thing about rejection and that was that some wolves even die due to rejection. He got extremely scared when he remembered that, he didn’t want Raina to die!

Shit! Lucinda's eyes snapped open as soon as she heard those words, it felt like she had been electrocuted, she jumped up and looked around her, as she observed her surroundings she was greeted with a very weird sight, there wasn't any White Wolf this time, instead she was met with a Red wolf whose eyes were white. Who are you; Lucinda asked with caution and a bit of panic in her eyes? "I'm still the same, I should be asking you what wrong'.

"How….. ho-wwwww….did this happen?" "How right?" "Next time, you will do your research before going after anyone but oops" I placed a hand on my lips when his eyes widened. "That isn't going to happen" I blinked severally at him. "Please. …please…don't kill me" he pleaded, a streak of tears slipped down his cheek. Wasn't he a man? Wasn't a man not supposed to shed tears? But this person was a weakling. I turned around and nodded in satisfaction, the other werewolves were dead already and Laden and Karen stood on their dead furry bodies with their legs placed on them. A sheer admiration tore through me. They were the ones I worked with and they were my men.

It just couldn’t be, Lucian could not be the wolf, he just couldn’t be. Now thinking about it, she never asked how he knew all he knew about the barghest or the ‘actual’ Greek and Roman history. Most of all, about the supernatural, she had initially coined it to being a history professor. It was sort of his job to know all that, right?

Instead, more lives were wasted because of his jealousy and greed. As expected, Alpha Lucian cried for some evidence to support Elora’s claim. He seemed too confident that he would be acquitted of the final crime thrown at him. But when Elora threw some papers in the air detailing the conspiracy that happened between her uncle and the rogue leader who attacked them a few years ago, the color of confidence disappeared from Lucian’s face. That’s the final nail in his coffin. Because after a few minutes, his verdict was issued. He would die under the flames, the most painful death a werewolf can experience.

Isaac worked in his office until it was dark, and I sat with him in a comfortable silence. I desperately wanted to read his notebook on prophecy predictions, but he wouldn’t hand it over, instead suggesting I read up on lycan history, or something like that. “Why aren’t all these books common amongst werewolves?” I asked, after an hour or so of silence. “I mean, werewolves know hardly anything about lycans, other than they exist and they technically rule over us.”