Marked By Scars, Claimed By The Lycan Novelas e Histórias

He stepped closer; the knife hovering just inches from my skin. “You’ll break,” he said softly. “They always do.” “Try me,” I whispered. “I don’t fear you.” “Oh dear, you should,” he responded. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he would go through with it. But then he lowered the knife with frustration written on his face. He was shocked at how I handled all his threats. He expected me to be begging, but I wasn’t Lyra. Lyra was unaware of the extent of strength apart from the Alpha blood that runs in her vein, there was more to her bloodline. Most wolves can’t take over the human form without transforming into a full wolf except the Lycans.

Harshly pressing your hands on the ground that the small sharp stones started piercing into Skyla's skin, the female Lycan lowered her face to get a close view of Skyla. "You filthy, feeble b*tch! How dare you touch me, resist me, huh!" The female Lycan snarled through her gritted teeth and her fingernails started growing long and pointed and she clutched Skyla's hands so hard that the fair skin of her hands started developing red marks that soon started turning black leaving Skyla in utmost pain. "Aah! It's hurting, please leave me!" Skyla shrieked. Hot tears started pouring down from her eyes. Skyla's cries elated all the Lycans and they started laughing.

I am a Lycan. We are know for masking our scents quite well. She is attacked from all sides and she skillfully dodged them. Her hands moving like a pro, making pride to overflow in my chest. She is definitely something. This continues and I try to sense the presence of someone else,but nothing. This bastard rebel...why is he taking so much time. Why isn't he coming to save her and others? I clench my fist as the first claw mark traces her beautiful skin. To be followed by another and another.

“You were the last one to see your cousin, Ava, correct?” His brow furrowed. “Yes, but that was years ago,” he said with his gravelly voice. An injury he sustained when he was younger had left him with severe scars along his neck, making his voice sound muted and strained whenever he spoke. It was jarring for many to see. It was hard to leave those kinds of scars on a lycan. We heal too quickly. Typically, only a lycan could scar a lycan to such a degree. “Where was that? I need to know anything you have on her possible whereabouts.”

The Visitor of the Night hissed, retreating a few steps, but not without a last, venomous glare. “Bold words for one who cannot save himself from the curse that awaits him. You are marked, Lycan,” it sneered, lifting a claw. “Marked by death, bound for ruin. And that… is your fate.” With a swift swipe, it lashed out and its claws cutting across my chest in three parallel lines, searing pain spreading through me. I staggered back, the world blurring for a moment as agony seared through my body. I looked down to see three deep, bleeding wounds drawn across my skin.

She never thought that one night could make her life turn a 180. For a moment, his eyes glazed over, as if he was mind linking someone. After a moment, they both heard Dane's retreating footsteps. Kyra understood that Kaiser must have spoken with Dane. "This is not appropriate. Please, let's forget what happened that night. It was a mistake which shouldn't have happened," she tried to brush that night off as if it was nothing. But the mark on her neck has a different story to tell. Once a wolf, specifically a Lycan marks someone, then it's for life. But Kyra didn't mark him back, so they still can salvage this situation.

He wanted it to be me. Hunter looked dazed when he pulled away from Suzy. I’ve never seen someone look that way after marking anyone. Was it normal for Lycans? What was happening? “It’s final. A Lycan’s mark is final. It’s the most powerful bond in the world. Whoever came before will be forgotten completely because all they will see is the woman or man that they had marked. There will never be another for as long as they shall live. Nobody else will matter but their mate.”

“Says who? Ancient history?” “Common sense.” "So you guys are bound now?" she said staring at the mark "bound?" “Bound. Cosmic string. Fate. Whatever you wanna call it,” Cerys supplied. “It’s more common in Lycans than vampires. You guys imprint. We usually just flirt, fight, and move on.” “You have a vampire mate?” I asked, more curious than I wanted to sound. Cerys laughed. “Gods, no. But I’ve slept with Lycans. More than once.”

someone yelled. “It’s forbidden magic!” Lucas remained silent, eyes burning. The air seemed to thicken. Then someone shouted, “He must be a child of a witch!” My breath caught and my eyes widened. What? I turned to look at him but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t deny it. Neither did Logan or Landon. They stepped forward, drawing their swords in unison. Their guards followed without question. “You all…? You're not full lycans?!” I breathed.

His jaws tensed and a deep furrow emerged between his eyebrows – a look that reminded me of a ferocious bird of prey. “I’ll be back for you,” he assured and then marched back, locking the bars behind him. Loud groans and disturbing screams shrieked out there in the night. I tiptoed into the small window but couldn't catch a glimpse of anything. Everything blurred under the silver moonlight. I hurried to the bars, squeaking in pain as the shackle rims raked my flesh. I pressed against the bars and squinted from the spaces when I saw him. An Alpha Lycan in its full transformation. They’ve come to invade and take control of my pack.