Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

The great hunt hasn’t ended yet during that time, but Stephnie’s death didn’t only make the fort stronger but it also fortified it even further. In 1708, nearly a decade after the great hunt began to subside, the courageous werewolf Ruffus Moonbane bravely bit the dust. He suffered greatly from the many wounds and injuries he had sustained from his battles against the hunters. Though werewolves have incredible healing abilities, the hunters have developed many weapons like silver bullets that have greatly wounded Ruffus. He was survived by his only son, Lucian who went on and carried his father’s legacy until the great hunt reached its end.

The creatures she had sworn to hunt and kill, the Lycanthropes. Lucian earned the name, the Demon Wolf from the people in the neighbouring villages. A name that had long haunted him. A name and past he tried to forget. "Do not lecture me about morality brother, we both know you have a few skeletons in your closet as well," Lucifer smirked crossing his arm over his chest, "It's like a hitman judging a Killer," "I wasn't in control," Lucian muttered as though trying to convince himself, "But you were, you weren't on some baseless rampage like I was,"

It was so obvious he hated them, with the way his eyes blazed with rage when he scolded me for trying to help Thorne and Raven. "It has always been that way, Aria. From the moment Lucian became a student here at this academy, he didn't try to hide his hatred for the werewolves and vampires. He can laugh and interact with other supernatural beings, but not the werewolves and vampires," she paused and turned to face me again. "It's strange, right?" she muttered. I nodded slowly, chewing on the thought. What could’ve happened to make Lucian despise them so deeply? I pressed my lips together, and I suddenly sprang up from the bed when Thorne flashed through my mind.

Why can't he put an end to this grotesque dance we've been performing for years? Closure is a luxury I've long since abandoned - a ridiculous notion for a werewolf like me, adrift in a sea of unanswered questions. But Lucian is a Lycan, supposed to be superior - smarter, stronger, more ruthless. And yet, he does nothing. He stays. Why can't he just end it? Why can't he just end us? Lucian's POV

Lucian’s men suffered a quick defeat, and his face paled in anger and disbelief. “Useless! A woman defeated all of you together. Leave it to me to get the job done!” Lucian came forward, looking conceited. He shifted to wolf form; I must admit his wolf was huge. His wolf was grey with narrowed, ruthless, deep blue eyes. Amary and Lucian’s wolf had a stare-down. The actual battle was about to begin!

The werewolves grew still, their eyes flickering over to the two newcomers—the Lycans—with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Lucian gazed upon the werewolves. His sharp features and piercing eyes reflected the dullness he felt. He knew all too well that he was there to represent his pack, but couldn’t help but feel a sense of boredom. Still, he walked with power and primal grace as he surveyed the room, his senses alive to every detail. ‘I didn't expect this crowd of werewolves to be so large,’ he murmured to Tyler through the mind link, his voice tinged with a hint of surprise.

“If the male I am bound to in spirit asks me to reveal what I know, I will lay it bare at his feet. Luckily for your fragile borders, I know absolutely nothing. However, and most importantly, Rowan and I have far too much fun living our lives, conquering new territories, and exploring each other’s wildness to waste a single breath of our nights discussing your irrelevant clan.” Lucian’s composure fractured entirely. He lunged forward, his heavy, scarred hand clamping down around my wrist with an angry, crushing pressure, shaking me slightly as his fangs began to distend. “Love? You foolish little wolf. Do you actually believe a predator like Rowan Ashcroft could ever feel anything resembling

I nodded and ate my food silently, deep in thoughts. I didn't know if it was a good idea accepting Logan's deal. He said I wouldn't die from loss of blood. It shouldn't be a big deal then should it? And there was Lucian, I was mad at him for being selfish and deceiving me yet I let him make love to me. I enjoyed every bit of it and the more I tried to stop myself from falling deeper the more I fell. Logan had let me in to every detail surrounding the werewolves. Lucian is a Lycan, which means he is more powerful. According to Logan, they were best friends however Lucian had kill his mother which caused the enmity between them.

He replied confidently. "Oh...how thrilling and exciting, I am held transfixed and puzzled on what you know about me Mr. Liam, please, do well to enlighten me so I might apologize and beg for your mercy before my shortcomings and sins consume me." It was best to act along so he can reveal whatever it was he thought was good enough information to stand there smugly even after his crimes had been read out to him, underneath my mockery which his ego did not let him notice, there was curiosity, could it be that he had found out about my nature, that I was not a human but a werewolf?

I mumbled, eyeing the neon-streaked streets below where rogue wolves and vampires swapped secrets in dark alleys and shattered clubs. Lucian didn’t answer immediately. His wolf eyes gleamed molten silver, pupils slit like a predator as his nostrils expanded, scenting the wind for Aaron’s trail. His fists were gripped on his knees, claws halfway out, shaking with control. “Don’t shut me out now,” I said, my fingers caressing his stiff jaw. “Don’t become the monster they want.” His gaze flicked to me. Pain flared there, breaking through the rage barely for a moment. “I already am, Elara. They just haven’t learnt to fear me enough yet.”