Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel Novelas e Histórias

When Julian lifted her veil and kissed her, Cade felt an invisible hand crush his heart. He clutched his chest, every breath turning into slow torture. But he couldn't die. A werewolf's powerful healing ability became the cruelest curse of all. He kept wanting death, yet was unable to reach it. Sixty years later, Selena, as a human, passed away peacefully. At her funeral, the man who still looked young, yet whose eyes were utterly dead, appeared once more. He hid in the shadow of the gravestone, watching Julian clutch her ashes and sob uncontrollably.

She’s an omega and feels superior to humans like me just because she has werewolf blood. The dungeons she’s talking about was where the King’s pet were hidden. “I’m so sorry, Beatrice. I…” I was about to explain to her why I didn’t get the flower when Marcion came rushing to the kitchen. “Hey, guys! This is serious! You won’t believe what I heard.” He was catching his breath and sweat covered his entire face and neck. All heads turned to Marcion, curious at the news he’s going to spill. “Last night… a whole village was massacred. No one survived and all the bead bodies were heavily mutilated. I swear I got goosebumps all over me when I heard the news!” His eyes were wide in fear.

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

I whisper, and Lucian looks over my face intently before giving me a slight nod. When the doctor comes back in with two timid-looking nurses, Lucian clears his throat. "Forgive me. Werewolves are extremely possessive of our mates, and our odd pairing is still hard for me. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. When I saw you move her gown... I saw a male trying to look at my mate. Not a medical professional trying to do his job....and I apologize," Lucian says, and my mouth falls open. The nurses instantly relax, and the doctor smiles at the alien next to me.

I got into the best defensive stance I could muster as the wolves began to attack me. Piercing pain shot up my arms and legs from the bites of the rogues’ sharp teeth. A loud snarl echoed in the clearing making the rogues and myself look around. That was when I saw it. Red glowing eyes, razor sharp teeth, and a massive black wolf on two legs. I’d never seen a Lycan before but there was no mistaking who the Lycan was. It was the King. As soon as he took a step further into the clearing, his eyes met mine and in an instant I was met with darkness.

"Lucian came back to get Alana without us knowing." "This prints look too small to belong to a werewolf," Alpha Grayson said, bending down to examine the prints. "Werewolves have bigger prints. This one seems to belong to a normal wolf." "You mean a pack of wolves," I said, still clenching my fist. "Can't you see the paw prints of different sizes that are surrounding this one? They must belong to Lucian's werewolves. Lucian had planned all of this from the beginning." "There is no way we can affirm that," Alpha Grayson said. "Didn't you see what happened back there? The witches betrayed him too just like my vision said they would."

I got startled out of my thoughts when I heard a loud warning roar beside me. As I slightly turned my head to the sound, it's too late to dodge as my instinct screamed of danger. I found my unfortunate self, wide-eyed with disbelief, suddenly thrown back from the sheer power of it as my body smacked violently against an ancient, massive tree. "When I just said my vision is the sharpest?" I winced with pain. _________________ Lucian’s POV: It’s specially foggy tonight, though wolves have a keen vision it might still prove challenging to ordinary werewolves. If not for my sharp senses, it’s really a challenge to go through this unscathed.

But it was Lucian who was truly gone. He had returned to the estate, but only as a ghost. He lived in the drafty, neglected old wing of the house. He didn't work. He didn't fight. He didn't speak. He was a shadow of his former self, a man who had seen heaven and then been dragged back to hell by his own bloodline. The "Wolf" had lost his will to hunt. It was a Tuesday in London—a day of relentless, gray drizzle. I was closing up the bookstore, the bell above the door chiming as I prepared to turn the sign to Closed.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

Others look even older, symbols that hurt to look at too long. His arm still tingles where the golden frost appeared. Ronan examined it for hours, then told Lucian to rest. Said nothing about what it meant. But Lucian saw the concern in those golden eyes. So Lucian searches for answers himself. He pulls a scroll from a high shelf, nearly dropping it when dust billows out. The parchment crackles as Lucian unrolls it carefully on a stone reading table. The writing is old wolf-tongue, but readable. "The First Lycans walked between moonlight and shadow," Lucian reads aloud. His voice echoes in the empty library. "Born of wolves who lay with creatures of the dark. Their children carried both bles