The Love Of A Lycan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucian declared as he gazed at her with so much love in front of all the people they served. Emily smiled as she looked at him. “I love you too… beast.” Lucian smirked and leaned down to claim her soft lips. Everyone applauds to celebrate their union. Emily realized that being in love with the Lycan King wasn’t that bad. If there was one misconception about the Lycans, it was the rumors about them being heartless and cruel… It wasn’t true because if it was, then Lucian should not have fallen in love. Her mate, Lucian, has a heart not just for his people but solely for her.

When she spoke, her voice carried a hint of despair. “ You don’t love him. ” Everyone had been wrong. The look in her eyes was never of love or admiration. It was a sense of possession and the disdain of losing that possession to someone else. “ He is my Fiancé. I appreciate him, I am loyal to him and I understand him. That’s all it takes in our world. Love is unnecessary trouble that only werewolves need. ” She stated with a straight face. I let out a deep breath and shook my head. “ You are wrong, Princess. Love is what you Lycans really need at this point because I assume…you were deprived of it for too long. ”

She asked circling him, admiring him. "No!" - He answered her. "It's a Lycan. I thought they went extinct during the first war. They were known for the ruthless predatory ways they were fearless and deadly. Also very territorial." Explained Alexa. "Yes, I can feel it, the need to mate, to mark you once again in this form. The need to protect you." He told her gazing into her eyes.

The Lycan fought with a fervour fueled by his love for his people, his primal instincts honed by Luna's divine touch. Under Lykos' leadership, his tribe triumphed against all odds. They defended their lands with unwavering determination, emerging victorious from each battle. The other tribes soon heard tales of the valiant Lycan and his unwavering love for his people, and they too were inspired to lay down their arms and seek peace.

"The memory of the first blood is here. Do you want to hear how the curse began, little wolf?" "Tell me," I said. I stepped closer to her. The air smelled like damp earth and rot. "In the beginning, the Lycans walked the earth alone," Love said. Her voice vibrated through the floorboards of my mind. "They had the power of the old witches in their veins. They could turn the soil. They could call the storms. But Tola was the greatest of them all, and she hated the magic." "Why?" I asked.

“What is going on?” I rolled out of bed and reached for the windows. With a slide of the curtains, I was able to see what was going on outside. Brandon’s men had gathered in one place. They were fending off their pack gates from a large lycan. A familiar lycan. He was trying to get through the gates but they weren’t letting him. They held their stance but he was sure to give them a run. He was strong. “Let me see her! I will not be leaving this place until I have Sophia with me. Bring her to me this instant!”, he screamed.

“ You- you said you'll give me time. That we'll take it slow.” “ I am giving you time, and we are taking it slow. If we weren't, you wouldn't be fully clothed right now!” I gasped. “ You pervert!” “ You love me like that ” “ No I don't.” He released me and moved backwards a bit “ I don't like it when you run from me. My lycan and I hate it, but if it's space you want. I'll give it to you.” He pecked my forehead and left my room.

he asked quietly, "love like a lycan?" I stayed silent. So he continued. "Lycans don't have mates the way werewolves do. We don't have a bond. We aren't pulled together by the Moon Goddess." His eyes stayed on mine. Steady. Certain. "But when we choose someone... we don't choose lightly." "We love deeper." "We love harder." "And we don't leave." Those last words hit me the hardest. Don't leave. I let out a quiet, bitter breath. "What a joke."

“Because I see the way you look at him. The longing in your eyes. I just want to give you the one thing you’ve always wanted.” My heart thudded in my chest. “How will you do that?” She stretched her hand forward, and a small glass bottle appeared in her palm. I stared at it, frowning. “This,” she said. “It’s not just any love potion. It’s ten times stronger. Designed especially for a Lycan. Their blood resists normal spells and potions, so I created this one just for him. One drop in his drink, and within twenty four hours, he’ll fall for you like never before.”

The consequences had been dire, leading to a near-extinction of their pack. Lycan, the venerable alpha, raised his massive head, his fur a silvery cascade under the moon's glow. His eyes, sharp and piercing, scanned the assembled pack. With a voice that carried the weight of leadership, he spoke, "Fellow brethren, the winds of destiny bring a chilling tale to our doorstep. The prophecy speaks of a forbidden love that threatens to repeat the tragedy of our ancestors."