The Lycans Mate Novels & Stories

'Sis, that man doesn't deserve you, who knows how many things he has lied to you about and that little vermin Alaiah has been going around, telling people that she is the Lycan Queen," I growl involuntarily at the guts of that woman, she's not even his mate! 'Stay in the sunset pack, please,' I sigh, unable to say a word to Enrique. My breath gets caught in my chest when I see my mate, he looks gorgeous as always but agitated. Behind him are about a dozen warriors of his pack, others are in their Lycan form. I recognize Arya's Lycan, she is tall and imposing in her silver fur standing next to Dan. I feel hurt by their betrayal as well, however, I don't hold it against them. Focus, I suck in

I thought as I gulped in fear as he stared at me. He glared angrily at me and he looked like he wanted to devour me at that moment. "Ly..Lycan.." I managed to say as I brought down my eyes in fear. I didn't hear anything else as I looked up to see he was gone. "How can he be my mate?" I asked myself. I turned to see the peering eyes of people on me. "Someone who killed my entire family.." I thought as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was as if my heart was pricked by a needle. Why does the mood goddess hate me so much? First she let all my family die in the hands of that ruthless Lycan king and now she made that same Lycan king my mate.

____________________ Back at the Lycan clan, the Lycan king, Marius was a middle-aged man. He was tall and handsome and had beautiful cobalt-blue eyes. A ruthless man and he ruled the Lycan clan with an iron fist. The Lycans were usually stronger than the werewolves but they were extremely strong due to the workload he'd make them do and the Lycans hated him. He had a mate, Eliza. An extremely beautiful woman with blonde hair and deep black coloured eyes, she was tall as well. She was a daughter of a noble and rich Lycan father. She and Marius had been mated since she was eighteen and he was twenty. But she was as ruthless as her husband and more cunning than he was. She was the mother of t

“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.

“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!

"I don't want to die, but I cant live like this! I just can't." "You are his mate, he would never kill you. He'd end up in despair himself." Sure that's the legend, if a lycans mate passes then he or she will become unhinged. Anger, sorrow and other emotions take over until there is nothing left but an empty shell. most kill themselves a rare few deal with the grief and learn to move on.

What’s going on with her? It’s close to a week now since DeLorna last saw him. She’s been asking questions about creatures like him, and just two days ago she learnt he was not a wolf but a lycanthrope. No wonder he made a statement on the first night they met, “I ain’t a wolf.” DeLorna also went ahead making research about how Lycans communicate with their mates, and she’s been trying the mind-link method since the day of her discovery. “ Urgh, fu*king answer me. “ She opened her eyes. “ Guess that’s only for the wolves.” She sighed in defeat.

"And you need to know the truth. About the bond." "I know the truth. I feel it. Every time he touches me, I feel it." Dimitri shook his head, a look of genuine pity in his eyes. "Lycans do not have mates, Caroline." The world stopped. "What?" I breathed. "The Mate Bond is a werewolf trait," he explained, his voice clinical. "It is a biological imperative to ensure the survival of the pack. But Lycans? We are apex predators. We are gods. We do not have soulmates. We do not have fated partners."

Arthur growled. "This means we have to be prepared for anything,” Arthur replied and proceeded to continue reading the files in his hand. However, he couldn't concentrate as his plycan started pacing in his head at the mention of the word ‘Mate’. “Mate, I want her mate, find mate,” he kept on repeating and this made him irritated. Ever since he turned the age when Lycans find their mate, his lycan had been wanting to find his mate but Arthur wasn't on the same page as him.

Her brown eyes meeting his as she beared her razor sharp teeth. He cowered in fear and she felt his body tremble under her paws. She raised her right paw and swiped across his face, meeting the top of his head with one nail, she grazed him just enough to leave a small scar. Howling in pain, he wriggled beneath her with his tail between his legs. She was led back to her dream, could this be her mate? She asked herself over and over. The hair on her back stood up as she sensed danger lurking nearby.