Novel & Cerita Lycanthropy Mythology

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Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life. “No…” I whispered, but my voice was overshadowed by the happy claps from the pack members. At that moment, I began hearing whispers— I swear I could feel fingers pointing at me. Someone in the crowd whispered, “But Ariana is his mate.” Another voice followed, sharp and pitiful, “Guess she wasn’t enough.” “Politics,” a man muttered. “Lucien Blackwell owns half the Council. The boy made a smart move by choosing his daughter.” My heart cracked. Every word sliced deepe

“When the lycanthropy curse was placed upon our ancestor, King Lycaon of Arcadia, it was seen as a punishment. But was it truly? “You all know the story. Lycaon served the entrails of his own son, Nyctimus, to test the god Zeus—daring to question his omniscience. And for his audacity, Zeus cursed him. But what if it was no curse?” Cain’s eyes swept over them. “Many now see lycanthropy not as a curse, but a blessing. The moon empowers us. It makes us superhuman.” “Yes, it does!” the pack chorused.

“For his trickery, Zeus cursed Lycaon to become an animal, and in revenge on Nyctimus’ behalf, slew the wolf pups of Lycaon’s issue thereafter. All except one.” The Hierophant dips his fingers into the b and brings them up dripping with human blood. He paints a stripe down the center of my face. “Beast and man in one, Lycaon the Younger roamed the Earth, visiting each coast, every kingdom, leaving behind new werewolves, new myths. Gifting generations with the powers of beast and man. Do you accept his gift?” “With my whole heart.” I’ve heard these words in my head for years now, wondering what my life would be different if I’d just said them.

Alexander could not move. One of those beads had belonged to his mother. The creature lowered its head and sniffed the air. When it spoke, the voice was not one voice. It was many, layered together, old and hungry. “Debt unpaid.” Caleb shifted fully in one violent movement. His body grew, bones cracking into power, dark fur spreading across his skin as his Lycan form rose before the shrine. He stood between Alexander and the creature, larger than any wolf there, his amber eyes burning like fire.

It'll ruin everything I have going now. I'm happy now. I have a mate who I love. We got married even, as an Alpha bloodline tradition. It's to honor the first Moon Goddess who supposedly fell in love with a human and stepped down from her role to be with him. It's said that their children were the first Lycans, who werewolves later descended from. Lesa and I are hoping to start a family soon. I want three, she wants four. Will she want children with me still, after whatever comes out, comes out?

“Lycans!! Lycans of Blood Moon pack!! I beckoned, tightening my jaw and raising my balled fist in the air. The sight of them in a spiteful mood appealed to me. All eyes were drawn to me as they watched most attentively. I let down my arm and clasped them both behind my lower. I paced around, stone-faced with my eyes frisking viciously. “The moon goddess has smiled at us. Our victory has shone brightly like the full moon. We’ve trampled down our enemies and stamped our feet on their pathetic carcasses. Now our brothers, wives, children, and all our loved ones will finally rest in peace. Our victory hasn't tasted any better, but we still need to do the final… let's burn this place to the groun

He says to me as I chuckled, shaking my head. ‘Bullshit! You knew who I was from the first day who I was and you played with me. That’s why you covered your scent so well. I am such a fool,” I said, letting out a burst of sobbing laughter. “No! You are not a fool. I swear on my life I never knew who you were,” He maintained, coming towards me, and I sighed heavily, looking into his eyes. We know the crescent Lycans as people that don’t swear on their lives anyhow. They consider life a gift from the moon goddess and swearing on it meaninglessly is a taboo.

I know the rut is now confirmed to be a vile thing that could make the Lycan the worst beast, but with his words, he is currently doing the most wicked thing. So, through gritted teeth, I called, “Lycan Dayrian…” “Ha! You’re being formal with me now?” “You…” “Me, what?” His bulging eyes mocked me. “Huh?” “Fuck you,” I said as though I was calm. “No.” His smirk returned. “Unless your fuck you means you desire my blood.” “You…” “What?!” That startled my heart a lot. “What the hell is it, my queen?! You willingly listen to Kaelen’s nonsense. You even consider doing it, but when it comes to what I want, all of a sudden, it’s hard?”

Kaiden inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Proceed.” “People say the Lycan King is a man that has lived for over a thousand years. Even after living for so many years, the moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate. So they say he attends every banquet even if he's uninterested only because he was in search of his mate.” Oliver said in one breath. “What if his mate is from our pack?”