Marked By Scars, Claimed By The Lycan Novels & Stories

I echoed in disbelief, earning a glare from him. “I thought you rejected her," I reminded him, just in case he had forgotten. "And who the hell are you to speak?" He asked, hatred boldly visible in his eyes, for me, but I couldn't care less. “Nita's second chance mate, and the Lycan King, of the greatest Crystal light pack," A voice replied, and we all turned to know who it was.

Zhodin brings his mouth close to my ear, his voice low and cold. “Two Lycans cannot mark the same female.” “Let me go!” “But with his demise… you become mine.” My eyes widen. A snarl rips from my throat as Scar surges forward and takes control of my limbs. My fist flies straight into his face, smashing into his nose. He barely reacts. Blood trickles from his nostrils, but he chuckles, baring his teeth at me.

“Most lycans stop aging at twenty-one and we live for hundreds of years. It’s why there aren’t so many of us. A single lycan could wipe out an entire pack. We’re older, faster, stronger and smarter. We’re hard to kill.” “But not impossible.” She was silent for a moment. “Yes, it’s not impossible. You’d have to get your hands around their heads and rip it off or rip their spine out of their backs. Good luck getting close enough.” I didn’t ask about lycans anymore. The dress that she picked was beautiful. It was a light blue color with white flowers all over it and it stopped mid-thigh. It made me look soft and innocent which was a far cry from what I was.

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

I ask myself "We were also assailed by them and were forced to flee, they took our land and half of our warriors" A huge man with a large beard emerges from the crowd. He is a Lycan by the smell of it. His fists are clutched and he had a huge scar across his face. "How many packs are here?" "Four," These people have traveled from another part of the region to find sanctuary here. The leaders of the destroyed packs step forward and my heart sinks to see a girl no older

The people quickly ran away from there to avoid getting crashed into as I stood in the center glaring at him. “Stay away from my mate,” I said, making the crowd buzz with whispers and excited squeals. I am sure they didn’t know who I was yet since I had hidden my scent but it was rare for a Lycan to have a different species mate, a witch in particular. “Se-” Lycia was about to speak up but quickly grabbing her I pressed my hand against her mouth to avoid her from taking my name. “Don’t say a word; we need to get you out of here first.”

I tried hard to not look at her nipples that were straining against the fabric of my shirt as I sat back a little to catch my breath. Her hands were still up and I could see her chest heaving up and down as she too tried to regain her composure. I wanted to simply continue what we had started and tear the shirt away, throw her legs up in the air, and fuck her until she moaned my name but claiming her as my own was important. And for that, I needed her consent. It was a huge thing to be claimed, to be marked by a lycan. Werewolves had a mark reserved only for their mates but lycans were cursed by the moon Goddess to live a long life without finding their mate.

This tattoo appears between the marking sites on the neck and shoulder. My inner wolf and I can't wait until Jaidyn wears their tattoo. He also asserts their claim to her. By biting their mates, humans may formally claim them as their own. Despite not possessing the werewolf gene, they were destined for us. There is no science with it but a magic that flows on the bonds between mates. The mark will naturally be made by the mate bond. With her arm crossed, Claire said, "I heard about an incident in the town yesterday. And I just can't believe Lara did that and attempted to harm Jaidyn knowing who she is”

Every word sliced deeper. “This… this isn't right. There's a mistake somewhere.” I trembled, eyes searching for Elias’s reaction but he didn't even look my way— not once. Instead, he took Vivienne’s hand, brought her closer and before the Elder could even finish the blessing, Elias lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck. A scream escaped my throat— I didn't even know it came from me. The mark was meant for me but was now on another… how did we get here?

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.