Marked By Scars, Claimed By The Lycan Novels & Stories

he suddenly action-grabbing her arm and giving it a squeeze made Raina wince as Luke had unintentionally pressed her wounds that were caused by her mother. Seeing her in pain Luke immediately let her go, Raina looked down and frowned, she didn’t want anyone to know about her wounds, she didn’t want anyone else to see her situation and then laugh at her. Moreover, she didn’t want the pity glances or any sympathy, and worse she didn’t want Luke to laugh at her as well, she didn’t want Luke to know how much of a monster her own mother could become and then use it against her.

my words were forgotten when I saw his back. My eyes widened in horror and I covered my mouth in shock. His back was marred with ugly scars and I think he was even branded like a cattle. “Aren't lycans supposed to have a healing ability?” I wanted to reach out and trace his scars but I stopped myself. It felt like it was inappropriate. “Some scars are meant to stay to serve as a reminder or a warning why it's there in the first place.”

"You want to know what the matter is? Well I guess you'll have to fight me.” Hearing that, I smirked, but his assistant seemed to not want him to do that. She immediately shook her head, leaning close to him. Despite that, I could still hear the things she whispered to his ears. “I know you aren't happy, but I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to know. He's a Lycan, and you should avoid being beaten up like the last time.” I didn't say a thing. I was worried and at the same time scared. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be able to get the lead.

The same human he stopped another Lycan from claiming. He crossed one leg over the other, tilting the glass of whiskey in his hands. The hunt is tomorrow. Lycans above thirty who hadn't claimed a mate would go schizophrenic, and that was a fate no Lycan wanted. Therefore, they hunted unclaimed females and marked them before the Crimson Hunt. That was why security this year was tightened, to prevent the accidental marking of she-wolves. But she wasn't a wolf. Kyrell's brows furrowed in a frown. If a Lycan had sensed her enough to mark her, there must be something more to her.

My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume. When the moon finally slipped behind the shifting clouds, the last of my strength deserted me. A wave of bile surged up my throat, and I fought the urge to vomit. This was the last shred of my humanity, screaming in guilt at what I had done. Deep down, my wolf side relished in every drop of the meal. “We need to leave now." I mumbled into Layla's subconscious mind. “Give me more time," she grunted, snapping a bone and coating the remains with her saliva, as if leaving her mark.

He turned to me, with a brow raised. I looked away immediately but my eyes caught something so I looked back. It was a big scar on this left breast. The scar was new. How the hell did a Lycan Lord get that scar? Kael glanced down and scoffed. “Stop drooling before I fall into your saliva.” “No, I'm not,” I defended. “There is nothing I want to see.” He nodded, but his expression screamed mockery. “Tell that to someone who doesn't know that the main reason you have been sneaking into my room is because you want to catch me half naked.”

My protective instincts surge forth, urging me to hold her close, to shield her from further harm. The sight of dark scars that crisscross her body sends a tremor of anguish through my Lycan being. Each mark tells a story of pain and suffering, a testament to the horrors she has endured. A surge of anger rises within me, a primal rage fueled by the knowledge that no one should endure such cruelty, regardless of any crimes they may have committed. As the doctor murmurs observations, her voice laced with sympathy, I move closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing me toward my mate.

I said. He stepped into the brighter part of the room to show me properly. "Now you can see me better. It is a birthmark." I almost told him Kane has it too. But I was quick not to allow my tongue to betray me. The scar might mean nothing. I might just be delusional. The Lycans of the Wolfshade pack might not be the only ones with this mark. It might be all Lycans. "I know. It's beautiful," I smiled. I beckoned at the baby carriage by the side of the room. "The children got it too."

I get the feeling that she’s not even aware of what she’s doing, because her eyes are distant. “The mark is a blessing from the goddess, you know?” She says, and her voice is so quiet, it’s almost soft “Once it’s gone, Lycans lose their life in the best case, and lose their minds in the worst case. It’s the tether that keeps us humane. If it’s gone, we have no reason to be.”

It is going to be hard. After the witches wake him up all hell came to lose. Leon disappeared for a couple of weeks and was found by one of our guards near the lake naked. He had shifted and allowed his wolf to take over his pain. He was found with blood all over him. After being examined by the doctor we realized the blood wasn’t him but from an innocent girl that was attacked in the Forrest. He attacked an innocent girl. An innocent human girl and turned her. She is in our hospital in observation.