Novel & Cerita The Cursed Lycans Mate Iris And Cassian

“First question: How can you sure? If I had some kind of power, I wouldn't be blind, would I? Second question; how would we have babies? We're not fated mates - or at least I don't think so - or anything like that.” “To the first question: you have lilac eyes and silver hair. No other creature, other than Lycans, has this striking and unique trait. Also, it is normal for Lycans to appear weaker before the age of twenty-one. After that, the wolf awakens, as well as your powers; On to the second question… And who said that to provide a baby you need to be a fated mate or a boyfriend?” “But… Are you telling me I would have to… Do that intimate thing with you?” I asked, completely vexed!

The fragment answered the confussion, and how his devouring and housing the soul able him to turn into that very soul! “You're the most unlikely lycan under heaven, don't you think? You can do everything, even turn the tide of the war,” a somewhat conflicted voice fill his mind. It added, now with contentment, “However, the tide must go on. Despite that, remember that you're mine, my one and only adorable mate, Hawati...”

It was a vision full of peace and happiness. He left the pack house and didn't care that he's skipping the wedding. "Go back to your pack! I don't need your help it's better to tend to your new Luna because that's what you want isn't it? I'm sure you planned this out with the commanders to kill Iris. All of you only see greed and power to side with the Alpha and gain his recognition. Go home you mutt Iris does not need you." Cayden was too angry to care of Marissa's feelings. He assumed right away that Marissa has done something to her. The woman sided with the demonic Elisa after all.

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

I frantically turned my head away, trying to avoid his dirty mouth as he attempted to kiss me. "No!" I shouted, trying to shove him off again. "Stop fighting, little wolf. It will be over soon enough." He wound his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look at him. I was panting as I stared directly into his wild irises. "I'm sick and pregnant. You don't want to do this." I remained staring directly into his eyes, waiting for a response. Was he someone who had a soul or was he empty inside? If he was the latter, then I was going to be in for some trouble.

“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.”

A guttural groan ripped from my throat as pleasure slammed through me my cum spilling over my fist, hot and thick. Marcus waited. Unmoved. Not bothering to fake being embarrassed at the sight of me jerking my cock or cumming either. I exhaled harshly, chest heaving, licking the remnants of pleasure off my lips before lazily grabbing a handkerchief from the desk. Wiping myself off as if nothing had happened. "Talk."Marcus took a single step forward, his tone unreadable. “The Lycans are planning a raid." The fire in my veins reignited—but this time, it was fury.

she hissed, eyes wide as she yanked me into a shadowy corner. Her face tightened with fear. “You can’t talk about that out loud.” “Why not?” I whispered. “Because,” she leaned closer, “every maid who did… ended up dead.” A cold wave slammed into my chest. I pressed my hand over my mouth. Dead? “But who is she?” I begged. “Please. I have to know.” The maid glanced over her shoulder, lips trembling. “She was the Lycan’s mate… his bride. She was murdered by demons during the Dark Rise.”

With that she cut the locks of Ericka's hair, as a send off rite to their ancestors. She mutter beneath her breathe. "I won't forgive you Alessia for daring to bring your Hybrid blood as a source redemption to the Lycans! None of the children of Lycan shall find redemption till I wipe you all from the surface of the earth and send you to Selene to forever wander on the moon!! You have been cursed and cursed I shall make you remain", she let out a cruel laughter, which shakes the entire building. "Mother!" comes a voice behind her.

Whitney’s childlike mind is what draws Aiden in as he sat on the couch across the room staring at the woman laying on his bed. However, he was Aiden Lewis, the last lycan alpha king of the Night Walker pack, and was cursed by a sorcerer that his mate would not live past the night of their marriage rites. That was when he razed the witch's territory to the ground. The sorcerer fled the scene and was nowhere to be seen, he had lived with this curse for decades and only the pure blood of a witch can erase this curse. Meanwhile, the witches seemed to have gone to extinction and this caused Aiden to lose his mate to the cruel curse.