The Cursed Lycan's Mate Novels & Stories

“It’s still possible to mark another shifter without them being your fated mate, if Catrina were to become Lycan.” “She could be planning to take a dragon mate,” said Aislin. “I don’t know if marking someone other than your fated mate would mitigate the Lycan curse,” said Muriel. “It might not work.” “Which begs the question, why let Catrina kill Joseph? It’s not like David to kill his own packmates just to make a point. Even Joseph Nym.” Gavin sighed.

The unimaginable strength he possessed could be felt from every word he spoke, but my heart was crushed with terrible pain as I watched him hopelessly while the mate smell battered my nostrils. After so many years of looking forward to my mate as my Savior, I finally found the devil as a mate—he was someone who would kill me if I called him my mate. Someone who called me a dirty pig with contempt in his voice. He was one of those vicious Lycans, which my mother had warned me to avoid because they were monsters.

I lunged at him through the bars, my canines extended, ready to rip him to shreds. “See, there you are. A dangerous beauty. You will make me a wealthy man, ma Chérie.” “Who are you and what do you want with us?” Mama called out to him. He turned back to us. “Ah! The only human woman between the she-wolves. You are the Lycan’s mate, nés pas?” “Yes, and he will find us and end your miserable life, you piece of donkey shit!” Mama spat on his bright, black shoes.

Same as a cursed werewolf, a Lycan's bite is a killer bite for a vampire, the saliva of a Lycan is a venom that has no cure when it comes to vampires. 3) The mate bond : In the werewolves world, mates are for life. Each and everyone has a mate (a destined soulmate). A werewolf might find its mate when he turns 16 years old, if not it may take forever. But whenever a werewolf finds its own mate, they fall instantly, both in love. Rejecting your mate means rejecting your destiny, and as a result, it causes eternal misery for both males and females. A mate can be either werewolf or Lycan or a human. Accepting the mate pull can be only by :

But Derek was among the many who did not have a mate, and couldn’t know what he didn’t know. Another effect of having a mate was curbing the bloodlust that the Curse had caused to surge in Lycans. If a mate was necessary to tame that violent urge that gripped my wolf, then I would have taken anyone– even a werewolf pup. I peered sidelong at Iris, at how her head lolled and exposed the thin curve of her neck. The way she had taken to letting her mouth run lately, it would seem she too had forgotten the extent of my mercy. My hand circled over the shape of it– Phantom howled at the darkness of my next thought, that it would take so little pressure to end her.

’’ “Look, there's something going on with the lycans.’’ I tabled, dropping my cutlery. ‘‘And what may that be?’’ “Stop being sarcastic, Eliza. I'm speaking real facts here.’’ I reprimanded, cheesed off. Why was everyone being so nonchalant? I was trying to make some real sense here! “I'm listening, Thompson. Is this about getting Alessia back again?’’ She stated calmly. ‘‘No it's not!’’ ‘‘I'm all ears.’’ “I don't think I ever mentioned to you that there was going to be a ritual that involved Alessia somehow.’’ I paused. “What're you talking about? “The lycans are plauged with a curse. I don't know what it entails but it requires a ritual that demands powers from his fated mate. That's why he

The man didn't understand the fire he was playing with right now. My lycan felt the same way-he loved to bathe in the blood of anyone who stood in his way. Keeping him caged was the last thing I wanted to do. However, if my mate was here, I didn't want to scare her any more than she already was, judging by the scent of fear mixed with hers. "Where's my mate, Brennan? She is here. I know her scent, and she is here." He winced under my gaze, and it did nothing to keep my rage contained. "I've presented every female in the pack to you, Your Highness." Lie. He was fucking lying to me. "Maybe someone from my pack brought someone from another pack-"

She said, covering me up with duvet. Submitting to her, I laid back on the bed with my head titled upward. “Mate” the word rang in my skull. There was a great fright that was accompanied with trembling in my body. It was hard for me to take in the huge discovery into my dead skull. Never expecting a Lycan to be my mate, take- more of a royal wolf. The moon goddess has succeeded in ruining my life I’m doomed. Was I cursed? Maybe I was birth out of wedlock, cause I found it hard to understand how grievous things keeps happening to me.

I scowled at him, I hope he didn't take me for a fool because he would be making a big mistake. "That was werewolf heat, you've been mated with a lycan. When lycans go into heat, they nearly go mad and only the touch, smell, and taste of their mate can calm them done. My little rainstorm, if you don't stay with me, you're going to experience excruciating pain during heat." The laughter died in his voice and turned serious. I looked into his eyes to see if he was lying but he wasn't. I sighed resigned to my fate, " Let's go to our room then."

"If the bastard had told me about it, certainly I wouldn't have let her run away." Lucas became angry, "Get me that doctor and gather half of the guards before coming back with him." He instructed and Dolph bowed, glanced one last look at Madeline, then walked out of the house. "Madeline, I want to believe all you're telling me is true. Brenda is the daughter of one of the most influential Lycan kings here." Lucas said with a warning tone to his voice. Madeline just smiled, "You wouldn't have run to me if you thought all I was going to tell you would be lies." She replied flatly. "Your real mate is currently navigating through one of the dangerous places in the city, but she'll be fine just