Marked By Scars, Claimed By The Lycan Novels & Stories

" Aren't you going anymore?" " Does that mean you have forgiven me?" I had to try my luck as I stood up. " Why should I?" " For starters, I have an injury on my head which is rather critical, and I don't know what would happen to me, so...." " We both know you are merely exaggerating, you are the lycan king, and I know that you don't have a scar anymore,"she said. I swallowed, wondering how she had known that, but I held onto it

“Well, bad news. Ste-phen knows their scent. He mentioned that two of them came too close to your face. He also noticed a red lipstick mark on the side of your lips. I just hope he doesn’t find them.” Mason’s eyes widened, and he stammered. “W-what do you mean, he knows their scent? H-how is that possible?” “He’s a Lycan, Mason. You have no idea what a Lycan can do.” Oh shit! The red lipstick was Ella’s—it must have smudged onto his lips when she kissed him. But how crazy was it that Ste-phen caught both their scents? Even worse, they both went to the same college as him.

This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me, sharpening my senses and heightening my awareness. My injured arm throbbed, a constant reminder of my vulnerability, but I refused to let it deter me. I positioned myself protectively in front of her, shielding her from the approaching threat, my eyes locked onto the crimson-eyed Lycan.

“Look. They’re different monsters.” Everyone stared intently. Scott narrowed his eyes. Yes, they looked different. Lyall's Lycan was larger and had a mix of gray and black fur, while the Lycan in Scott's memory was jet black. "Carl, are there really other Lycans besides Lyall?" Darius asked. "I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it."

“Our contestants: Lady Nina Parke, soldier of the Lycan female army, daughter of Minister Gale, and Lady Myra, soldier of the Lycan female army.” He paused again. The crowd couldn’t help but murmur. “It’s still a she-wolf. Doesn’t she have a pack or is she a rogue? The Lycan King and a rogue? This is preposterous.” Matteo shot a glare at all of them, making them shudder in fear and zip their lips.

“My wolf loses control whenever you’re scared of me. I never meant to frighten you. I promise I will never hurt you.” “I’m not afraid of you, Dane. I’m just curious. I want to know if everything your godmother said is true and why you kept something so significant from me. Why did I have to learn it from someone else?” “I want to start by apologizing for bringing someone else into our relationship. She didn’t want this, and I pushed her into it. I just didn’t know how to approach you. I always want to do right by you. Where do I even begin? First off, I’m a Lycan, which makes me stronger than any werewolf you might encounter. My senses are heightened, and my abilities are linked to the lunar

She asked to be sure. "Exactly." "Was it?" She asked and he looked at her. "What do you think?" She shrugged her shoulders. "It was." He replied. "Is that why you make the human sacrifices every year?" "What do you expect? We were told that was the only way to stop the curse." "Did it?" "No." He exhaled heavily. "I heard so much about lycans, people believe they are devil's in disguise, more dangerous than a werewolf. They have no emotions, that is why Zeus had punished them."

The rebel soldiers froze, horror washing over their faces as the King rose from the smoke. "Is this the army you brought to take my crown, Lucien?" Valerius roared, his muscles swelling as his partial lycan shift took hold, fangs elongating, razor claws extending from his hands, and his aura burning like a sun in the dark night. "You bring dead beasts and broken traitors because you know your own blood is too weak to face me!" Lucien’s jaw tightened in fury. "Kill him! Bring me the girl alive!" A dozen massive shadow beasts lunged at Valerius at once.

She loved my smile and I would smile at her a thousand times if that would make her happy. I had marked her the moment I felt her life slipping away. Sniffing her neck, I sank my elongated canines into her collarbone after finding her sweet spot, drawing blood. I licked the wound to seal it and a small tattoo of a Lycan and a wolf howling at the moon appeared on the marked spot.

I could feel my chest tighten; the pain grew stronger as it surged through my entire spine. She had a mark from her lover; it was not just any mark, it was an Alpha's mark claiming what was his, but it did not end there; the mark was burning red, her entire neck had been bruised, and the mark had grown deeper. She had just been brutally betrayed. “I hear that it is only a Lycan king that has the power to get rid of this mark which I bear” she explained and then wrapped the scarf around the mark again.