Novel & Cerita Lycanthrope Book

Their senses were additionally heightened but no one can genuinely measure exactly how much more they are heightened. I continued reading about their physical features, scanning through the similar and obvious things until I noticed that the book claimed that lycans can walk on two legs OR four. They could partially shift and remain a truly shared body; a blend of the human and beast in perfect harmony. The next section I got to was titled, ‘Bloodlines’. Just as I was about to begin reading the section, I paused and closed the book. I could sense my Beta nearing the library. He finally had a report for me.

Suppressing my desperation, I matched his casual demeanour, concealing the wild energy that surged through my veins. As we approached the entrance to the library, Alyssa stood nervously against the wall, clutching weathered books with worn-out spines. Her eyes met ours, and a small smile danced upon her lips. "Found something interesting, Alyssa?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of eagerness. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I found these old books in my attic," she replied, tightly gripping them. "They contain stories about Lycans that go back centuries."

I showed him the book I had borrowed on my first day as an intern. " Did you like it" " Yes, it's a historical book, what's there not to like about it" " I will agree with that" he added, " since we have the same taste in books, how about you try this" he stood up from his chair and walked towards the shelf. He took out a book and handed it to me. "Lycanthropy" I read it out loud "what is it about," I asked, "Don't want to be a spoiler now, would I?" he replied, "you should read and see for yourself"

Clarice’s smile widened as she saw her claws slid out. Then Clarice's fur rippled across her arms. Her bones cracked, her body started twisting and elongating until a massive Lycan stood where the “queen” had been. Her claws gleamed like polished daggers in the light. Yolanda didn’t wait. She lunged at her. Claws met claws in a spray of sparks. The force of the collision sent a vase shattering to the floor. The baby in Yolanda’s sling screamed, his tiny fists batting at the air.

“Little wolf, I thought I told you to stay in your room.” “The flames were—” The second form, much larger than Azrael’s, stepped from the shadows and into my line of sight. Deep in my heart I knew the mountain of a man, with skin and hair as pale as moonlight itself, was Draco. God of the Lycans. His eyes, both covered with a sheen that made them glow in the dark, almost like a canine’s, were trained on my face. The warning bells in my head screeched: “Danger, predator, get away fast!”

" Ambrose's shadows shot up like a shield, breaking through the malevolent energy. With a primal roar, the Lycan King unleashes a devastating blow, sending the Demon hurling through the air. Caught off-guard, the Demon crashed hard against the debris where the Book of Oath was. Laylin couldn't hold back her grin, "I was thinking of something but this works too." "What? What works?!" Scarlet screamed in anxiety. "What are you not telling me?!" The Lycan King stood above him, breathing heavily as the moon's light bathed him. The ruins stand witness to the Lycan standing over his Demon predecessor. "...Ha Ha ha..."

I ignore his attempt to talk to me and focus on the Goddess in front of me. “And you are?” - I ask extending my hand towards her (I need to feel her skin on mine). I can feel her body shaking, and I see her looking at him waiting for a signal to talk (I am definitely going to kill him) and he gives her a nod and she grabs my hand saying “Liv, I mean, Olivia Lockwood” “Lockwood, are you related to Trent Lockwood?” (He was my friend and I took over his pack when he was killed, how didn't I know about her existence?

He was not being gentle at all and I could feel the way he was holding back from really, really hurting me. Lycans were fierce in everything and they were animals when it came to sex. That is why it took his brothers a harem to satiate their hunger. And my lycan prince was restraining himself to not let his anger take hold of his mind. Just how could he even think and process this much while also making me crave for more of him. His fingers knotted in my hair again and he pulled it back as his teeth nibbled at my skin, leaving bite marks down on my reddened flesh. My nipples were already hard and straining against his touch, not wanting him to stop

The End. Hello, dear readers, this chapter marks the end of the My Personal Lycan King series. I know I made a lot of mistakes and there were lots of grammatical mistakes, and I am sorry for all of them. I am not a native English speaker, but I am always trying to improve myself. If you loved this story even for a few minutes, then please leave a comment and review the story. This was my first story, and I was a bit uneven in updating patterns too, please forgive me for that. Once again, thank you all for continuing this journey along with me. It was the support from readers like you that made this book work, and I hope I will be getting some love in the future too. There were many comments

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.