Lycan Mate Novels & Stories

I had asked him my eyes going wide and then he told me that it was not in his power. "I don't know how it is for werewolves but for us Lycans you must rule with a mate or else you cannot rule…" My heart sank so deep that moment and I was so shocked. And since having a mate was a choice for Lycans me not making a choice felt like they highest level of irresponsibility. So I couldn't get ride of him even if I wanted to all that badly, however he kept pleading with e to let him go and it was a real pain.

Just for a moment, I had forgotten about the journey I had been sent to by the Alpha. I wanted to mount her, I wanted to hear her moans and cries fill the air as I thrust my already erect member in her tight core. I wanted to fill her in with my seeds and my scent all over her. With this, other males would stay away from her. That was the first process of claiming a mate before marking her for a Lycan. I tore the dress she wore and her beautiful firm boobs came into full display, without warning, I plunged hungrily on her right boobs with my hand squeezing the other one.

My head became a breeding den of horrifying scenarios as I walked through identical corridors, a memory of my past instantly declined this notion. “Lycans only get one mate in their long lives, Shyl. It’s almost impossible for them to have children without them, so they never leave their mates.” Raymond’s lessons about different species didn’t include the term Erasthai. Otherwise, I would have realized long ago that King Maddox was looking after me like a responsible mate. My pregnancy was a hindrance that didn’t let me feel divine sensations related to the mate-bond, my previous relationship with Raymond was still haunting me with its shadows.

The white lycan who was still battling with the black lycan was suddenly hit with a familiar scent, one he had been itching to perceive. He threw the black lycan who was on his back off of it and he started to scan the environment looking for the owner of the scent. Looking up, the white lycan finally found its mate in the air battling the six-headed dragon which had appeared out of nowhere. The lycan growled in anger as its mate was endangering itself.

Darren shifted out of instinct, his legs turning into hinds of a dastardly dangerous bipedal beast. In a matter of minutes, Darren turned into a man-wolf, appearing dominant and awry... A vivid painting of a legend, a myth told over centuries of existence. The first generation of the cursed race of moon howlers... A true Lycan! He nimbly lept on a wall, causing a loud bang and climbed the building to the top with his sharp claws. The walls sustained marks, causing several bricks to break in and fall, but Darren didn't mind. In fact, he only acted out of instinct now as he'd lost all rationality.

Unlike a traditional werewolf who can only transform unwillingly under the full moon, the Lycan has complete control over their transformation at any given time. When a female Lycan gives birth, most of her pups will be boys. The adult males discovered that finding a mate with other wolves is difficult. There are just not enough females to go around and many of the males detect a match in a human. Each male Lycan is destined to have at least one mate; a soulmate who was deemed worthy for them by the Gods of War. The same is said for the female Lycans except, it is the Triple Moon Goddesses who choose the male deemed worthy. As the term applies, these mates are bonded by soul and fate will al

Taking a steady breath, he leaned over the bathroom table but could still feel himself shifting. He has heard about this crazy part of the Lycans' mate bond and had thought it was a tad exaggerated. But right then, he understood why he had gotten side glances when he scoffed at the idea of a Lycan having a panic attack when another female scent that was not their mate’s got on them. Aside from the absolute devotion and loyalty between mates, Lycan absolutely hates having other female scents on them. It drives them nearly insane and feral. “Arric?” Eirika called from the door and he jerked his gaze in that direction. Her befuddled gaze caused him to look in the mirror, he had crushed the part

Everyone on the table knew yet somehow a complete stranger was the only one to state the obvious. Lycans are territorial, that feeling intensifies when you find a mate. To females the presence of another female near your mate is enough to start a fight. A fight is even likelier to occur when the said female once knew the mate. It wasn’t a secret that I didn’t like Natalia, how extremely insecure I am in my position of Luna and my mate. I hadn’t had the best welcoming even now most of them regarded her as the Luna, I was simply a temporary replacement in their eyes.

"Similar, but distinct. Lycans have their own customs, their own way of life. And Meagia discovered that she had a mate from her lycan lineage." Liam's brows furrowed in confusion. "A mate? What does that mean?" Eskaal's voice was measured, a mix of explanation and resignation. "In the world of lycans, mates are more than just partners. They are connected on a deep, primal level just like werewolves. I have no clue how she was my mate when she was a lycan. Although she was a lycan since birth which meant she had a rightful lycan mate too.”

” Tristan explained Mates? “Lycans are not known to give up on their erasthai even when they are already mated or married to another” he finished “How crazy is that”? I scoffed and tried to play off the fact that I just asked something so deep like that and it bothered me. I turned to look at Caine and Tatiana again and the spot was empty. I was too busy listening to Tristan that I hadn’t noticed when they slipped away. Tristan’s hand moved to my hair and I paused.