The Cursed Lycan's Mate Novels & Stories

As strong as he is claimed to be, the lycan was missing only one thing, a person, in his community called a mate. A mate is someone who is destined to be with you through thin and thick, unlike humans, there's no getting away from one's partner; if you're stuck with a mate you're stuck for life and what happens doesn't matter. As the unfair battle started with the villagers a scent tickled his nose, so sweet to be real, he got off his horse and walked towards it, until he saw something that made an earth-shaking growl emit from his chest. A soldier was manhandling who he know identifies as his little mate, she fell due to the impact of the soldier's slap,

The mark of the mate can be overpowered by another mate depending upon the intensity and connection a lycan can have with another male. I always saw that happen in my village. If I am the woman he’s talking about, then he can easily do that to me and I would be free from Zuleik finally. But the joy I am expecting to see in his eyes did not happen. Instead, I saw sadness and fear in them. “We are karmic mates. We love each other. We yearn for each other.” “But?” I asked in anticipation when he did not finish his sentence. “But we also naturally reject each other as mates. That’s the curse between us, Alana.”

Instead he took another long inhale before answering. “Aye, lass.” He leaned back a little so they could look at each other, “It’s a Lycan thing. The smell of yer mate is the best scent in the world.” “Mate? That’s like a spouse, right? Like Callum and the girl, Melissa?”

“Don’t waste my time. If you have something to say, spit it out.” “You’re always so serious,” Olivine sighed dramatically. “No fun at all.” Then he suddenly gripped my jaw, tilting my face upward. Pain jolted through my chin as he forced me to meet Visaris’s gaze. “This girl right here is a witch,” he hissed, “because not only is it nearly unheard of for Lycans to feel a mate bond, it is virtually impossible for two Lycans to have the same mate.” He narrowed his eyes, voice now dripping with venom.

"The curse—it can be broken. But it has rules. Ancient ones." "Let me guess. Blood, sacrifice and moonlight sex ritual." He didn’t smile. "A true mate. A bond strong enough to keep the lycan under control." My throat went dry. "You know who my mate is?" His eyes searched mine. "I think I do." I swallowed. "Say it." He didn’t. But he didn’t look away.

He was the last of an ancient, bloodthirsty race—cursed by Fate itself. "But… but if Adrian is a Dire Wolf, How is he Lycan?" I stammered, “It was said that he became a Lycan later only few know how and when he became a Lycan.” She said, "And what does this have to do with the curse that kills his mates?" I asked. “It’s more complicated.” She sighed. "More complicated?" I echoed, shaking my head. "How can it be more complicated than this? The Dire Wolves are cursed, aren't they? They’re doomed to die before they reach seventy, to kill their own for power."

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 former certainly won over because he crossed his arms over his chest. “We live for centuries whereas most species do not. A lycan losing their mate is like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. It would be a lot easier on us if we were only mated to lycans, but unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. I don’t know who found the loophole, but during a lycan mating ceremony, a ritual takes place. The lycan’s life is tied to their mates.” “I still don’t understand. Spell it out for me.”

“Because the curse that the old Lycans fear… began with her.” He moved away from the door, as if the story needed more space. “Cernach,” he began. “A Lycan warrior, born from the First Wild Bloodline. Untamable. Brutal. He believed he could mark her. That he could make the Goddess his. Unite her spirit to his flesh.” The silence grew denser. “And Morrigan… allowed it,” Alexei continued, more quietly. “But what was born from their union was a curse.”

She said scared. "I've been seeing a lycan. I think I told you about a guy I had met one evening when I got home from work. It is him. His name is Asher. In fact the weird wolf that attacked me threatened to kill us both if he saw us together again." Skylar confessed. "Wait a bit. We all know that lycans only exist in legends." "Everything I told you is true. Believe me." Lily's jaw dropped. "You're dating a lycan? Skylar, that's insane!"