The Love Of A Lycan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

Wylden's gaze holds mine for a while and it as if he is staring through me and then he whirls around and walks back to the podium without saying a word. ~~~~ The book is somehow like a diary entry, each page stopping at very little sentences but still relaying some messages which I still can't quite place. _"Lycania"_ I read on.. _"Lycania used to be the home of Lycans and Shifters all together. We all lived in harmony and tolerance, until the princess fell in love. Love kills, I tell you. Love does to you what you will never expect. Did I say misplaced trust destroyed us? Love did more than destruction, Love killed us all."_ Entry #2

“He doesn’t even really know me, and he’s never done anything that would suggest that he felt anything but horny around me. But let’s assume you’re being honest and he is in love with me. Why is that such a bad thing? He wasn’t smiling anymore, “Let me make it completely clear, Princess,” he grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eye; “I will never lie to you, ever!” He released me and took a step back. “Being in love is a curse for this family. Knowing that you want someone with every cell in your body, someone who can never belong to you the way you want them too is a pain worse than death for any Lycan and their wolf.” I choked back a laugh, “I’ve seen what happens when he wants

Capital, the land of wealth and royals, is the place looked upon by the gods and fortune. Everyone knows without a doubt that this is the country of the Lycan; wolves are just migrants from another country that took refugees here. There are just three days left before the coronation ceremony and the mating ritual. He has already gotten the latter to return to the capital two days before Coronation Day.

(Orthros POV) She stood there with a basket of berries, so beautiful she made his heart ache for he longed to touch her and kiss her strawberry red lips. It was his dream, to finally claim her as his, fated or not, for lycans have the gift of free will to choose their own mates.

He watches my moves with contentment. I covered my mouth with my hand, unable to cry. The shameful moans that I was producing were too embarrassing, but he ordered me not to, " I love hearing you moan my name," he said. He licked my face, and all I could do was cry out in satisfaction. We have been at it for hours, and our stamina as lycans was great, and the sex was ten times better than any. I felt a piercing in my neck, and I realized he marked me; he wanted the whole world to know I was his.

I nearly choked on my spit when he said that. “What?” was the only word I could muster. “I’m a Lycan… I have pathokinesis. I can feel your feelings and sometimes thoughts.” I centered myself trying to control whatever feelings I was projecting to make him pick up on that, and I took my hoodie off, holding my head high as his eyes swept over my body, my scars. Slowly, he handed me the daggers then took his shirt off revealing sweeping scars down his back and sides. Relief flooded me and he blinked hard.

Their homes and their village were simple, but they were fully adapted to that lifestyle. The current Alpha of the mountain’s clan was a Lycan named Aram, he was a very strong and respected leader, despite his young age, being in his thirties. He had his beloved wife, who was destined for him by the goddess Moon, cruelly murdered by a pack of werewolves due to rivalry between species. That day he was destroyed as a man, leaving only the beast he harbored within, and this beast thirsted for blood and hunger for the flesh of his enemies. His existence became meaningless, and he lived only to seek revenge.

" I know you're saying this just to console me, thanks, let's go home am not going to work today" " Enough Scarlet just because someone who doesn't care about your feelings, he did not even tell you, and you're just wasting your tears for nothing, it's not the end of the world, you should live happily and not for a fool." With anger, she left scarlet behind. " Wait for me Kesley" Kesley ignored her and walked faster. She reached home before Scarlet and went to her room. Scarlet reaches home a few minutes later, she lay down on her bed thinking about what Kesley told her, she wished it could happen, but it can't because for generations no werewolf has ever had a second mate.

“It’s not, but it’s the way it’s always been. Two leaders, a man for strength and a woman for love.” “Why can’t you be my Alpha? If I was forced to take an Alpha I trust you more than him.” “Because I don’t want to mate for politics.” “You want love?” I laughed at him and he looked at me like he could kill me. “Sorry, you’re just so big and mean. I can’t picture you caring about love.” “A vampire never loves anything but his mate.” “You’re also a Lycan. You love your pack, both werewolf and vampires.”