Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

“Lucian was different back then. Cruel. Merciless. He burned entire villages to the ground. He was no ruler. He was a butcher.” I swallowed hard. I’d seen glimpses of that side of Lucian, a part of him he buried deep beneath pain and guilt. I had wondered where it had come from. And now I knew. “Caelum tried to reason with him,” she continued, her voice brittle, “but Lucian refused to listen. He said witches didn’t belong among werewolves. He killed Caelum. Then he came for me.” Tears pricked my eyes. “I fought,” she said. “I did what I had to do. I summoned every ounce of magic I had left and cursed him. I cursed him to lose the very thing he valued most, his power, his ability to become wh

They came because of curiosity. They’re staying because something’s scratching at the back of their minds. Call it hope. Call it hunger. Call it war. Either way—it works. I step forward. My voice is a blade, sharp and certain. “You know who I am,” I begin. “Or you’ve heard the stories. Lucian. The wolf who killed his own Alpha and never looked back. The one who rose from ash and blood and decided he’d rather burn alone than follow another.” A few smirks. One or two chuckles.

I struggled, still wanting to get out, but Lucian brought his jaws down around the scruff of my neck. 'No, mate,' he ordered, 'you will submit, and let me have my way.' I agreed with him but still fought back on the principal. His control always turned my wolf into a quivering pile, today was no different. I melted against the wall and pressed my buttocks into his straining erection. My wolf wanted Lucian, but she wanted him in the woods. I felt her sink back into my mind, opting to let the humans play if we were going to be indoors. Lucian turned me and held my hands immobile above my head.

But at night, when she lay alone in her narrow bed, she still felt the memory of his stare, burning like silver fire against her skin. Lucian paced his chamber, the firelight dancing across the stone walls. His coat lay discarded over a chair, his hair loose, his scar casting sharp shadows across his jaw. The wolf prowled inside him, restless, snarling, pacing as he did. She is ours. Lucian’s teeth clenched, his fists curling at his sides. “She is nothing,” he growled, his voice low and harsh. The wolf snarled in reply, refusing to be silenced. She bled for a pup. She stood unbroken. She is ours.

he replies, taking obvious pleasure from this interaction. ​Before I can reply, I catch something big and black moving in small leaps from the corner of my eye and release a terrified scream as I pull my legs up, taking my feet off the floor. I ignore the pain it causes as I stare at the creature that began moving towards me, making me scream again. ​Lucian rushes from the kitchen with his knife in his hands, looking around wildly, only to freeze when he catches sight of the monster. ​"You can't be serious," he says as he sags, tucking his knife away as he looks at me and then back at the black ball. "Don't tell me you're scared of Blaze."

she said as I sighed in relive. "Okay kids my mate and I will be heading to bed now so Good night."dad said intertwine his hand s with Jane's. "Good night."came both our replies as we headed upstairs. Luciana's pov "Such a scheming man whore."snow sneered at the back of my mind as caspien followed behind me to my room. "I thought wolves crave after their mates?."I asked snow."of course they do it's just that am no ordinary wolf and I don't want a mate that thinks am weak."snow. snort with disgust.

“I know who my fated mate is, and you know I always planned to wait and mate with them. It’s time you turned yourself around and went down the stairs you came up. Then head out of my study and found your own fated mate. I highly recommend it.” “Dean, you can’t be serious. A bloody Lycan? Now that’s insulting to me. I’m a she-wolf in her prime and I know you loved what you got, so tell me what I can do to fix this? You can’t mate with a Lycan. You haven’t mated with her yet, have you? No, or you’d be one now or dead.” She shuddered and wouldn’t take his word as his final decision. “Lucy, leave now before I have you thrown out.” Lucy came around the desk and tried to put her hands on his thigh

Pascal furrowed his eyebrows, and the person he remembered was Galore, the vampire with four arms, he is known for killing innocent humans and werewolves. "you will have to forget your past if you want them to be buried there, or else, you will have to fight against Lava once again" Noah warned, Pascal looked at his sweaty palms "I can't, they keep coming on their own" Noah became silent "I won't be able to lord over the vampires if Lava return, I doubt if he will even let me live, I need your help?" Pascal looked at him and snorted coldly "you want me to collaborate with you, that will be a betrayal against the vampires, the vampires have nothing to do with werewolves"

Nayla grew somber, "because she found out you're... A Latent." The word was uttered like a curse. I've felt like one for nineteen years. Inhaling a breath, I shrugged. "Yeah, I'm latent, but still much of an ass-kicker, so Tabitha better watch her tail." Nayla's almond-shaped eyes watched me closely. In her gaze, curiosity battled with the fear of offending me. Curiosity won out. "What is it like? Being latent?" It sucks. "I can't say, because I don't know what it's like being a full werewolf."

I was about to speak when he silenced me with a gesture, his finger in his mouth. "Firstly, I'm deeply sorry," Lucian begged, his voice trembling. "I tried to control myself, but I couldn't. I'm sorry." I reassured him, "It's fine, Lucian." I pondered the events of the previous night, unsure how we became disconnected. Lucian's vulnerability to the vampire disease weighed heavily on my mind. He set the tray beside me, his expression pitiful. “You should eat,” Lucian said. As Lucian pushed the tray towards me, his eyes locked onto mine. He carefully cut a piece of chicken, his movements deliberate.