The Lycans Mate Novels & Stories

With a jolt, I snapped out of my reverie, realizing the urgency of the situation. Taking a brief pause to collect my thoughts, I responded, "I and Sarah were having lunch at a restaurant when a lycan suddenly attacked us. It caught us off guard, leaving us unable to flee or defend ourselves in our weaker form. That's just it." My mother interjected, her voice filled with concern, "But Rachel, we saw the video. Where did the other lycan come from? Why did it defend you?"

Unlike a traditional werewolf who can only transform unwillingly under the full moon, the Lycan has complete control over their transformation at any given time. When a female Lycan gives birth, most of her pups will be boys. The adult males discovered that finding a mate with other wolves is difficult. There are just not enough females to go around and many of the males detect a match in a human. Each male Lycan is destined to have at least one mate; a soulmate who was deemed worthy for them by the Gods of War. The same is said for the female Lycans except, it is the Triple Moon Goddesses who choose the male deemed worthy. As the term applies, these mates are bonded by soul and fate will al

I began, "I mean, we just came into over a billion dollars." Tilting his head in question, he said, "If you’re a part of their Pack then tell me who you're mated with." "Wait, you don't know him? I assumed he had set this up to teach me a lesson." "No, nobody set it up. We do what we want!" he shouted. "What's his name?" "His name is David. He's in line to be the next Alpha. Just call him and tell him that you have his mate kidnapped. He's really devoted to me and won't hesitate to pay up."

She turned to look at Rodyn — one of the most feared alphas in the Empire of Morrian — who looked like he might keel over at any second. “This won’t end well for your kind,” her mate said. That much she knew for sure. Blood pounded in her ears as her mind reeled over how fucked up things were. What did the Lycans want with her? And why was Rodyn acting in such a weird way just because her mate was a Lycan? Her gaze drifted to Rodyn standing to the side. A long line of Lycans was forming along the slope of the hill, glaring down into the plane where she was standing. The wolves on the other side were outnumbered. Seeing Trey, Emory stepped forward, and for the first time, she made contact wit

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,

Giulia says with almost urgency in her voice, and I freeze. "We can kill them with ease, but sometimes their numbers overwhelm us...Each Lycan lost is devastating to us. Over the centuries, we have lost many pack members...friends...family members. It takes us a long time to breed, so our numbers don't replenish as easily as the thirsty ones do. We can only reproduce with our mates, and it may take a Lycan centuries to meet their mate. Our mates are our other halves. The half of our soul that was split from ours when we were created. Mates are special. You can physically harm your mate with only words. They are tied to you...emotionally and physically. When a mate is killed more times than n

We lie in silence. “So, you are my mate?” I ask him, and I feel his body stiffens. “I am, and now you know, I would never kill you. I would die if I did.” “Really?” “Typical, they didn't tell you the whole truth.” He mumbles. “What do you mean by ‘typical’?” “Nothing important," he says dismissive ly. "But if anything were to happen to you, I wouldn’t survive. Unfortunately, that’s how lycans are. We are doomed the moment we find our mates.”

“We confirmed the bond through eye contact.” Dad’s eyebrows rise. “Eye contact?” “Yeah. Isn’t that—isn’t that how it works?” Dad and Mom exchange a look. “Rhea,” Dad says slowly. “How much do you know about Lycan mate bonds?” “Not much. Just that they’re stronger than wolf bonds. More intense.” “They are. But they’re also confirmed differently.” Dad leans forward. “Lycans can’t confirm mates through scent alone. They need eye contact. Soul recognition.”

My words trail off. She nods wordlessly Seeing her countenance, I quickly add "There's one thing you should know. As powerful as Lycans are, especially female Lycans. They have who they submit to. Who can calm their rage when they're going out of control. That person is their one true mate. You need to understand and accept the fact that what happened was an accident. As great as your powers are, the only person you're not powerful enough to hurt or kill is me, your one true mate. So stop beating yourself up!

he said like that was not a big deal even though he looked a bit embarrassed. I smiled. "And that iiiis?" I asked, moving my head to look at him. He thought for a moment before he smiled. “Lycans, when we meet our fated mate, we get an overwhelming need to have them. We call it marking and mating. It’s the primal need to claim and breed them, making them ours completely. You see, when we mate, we mate for life nothing can break it except the ones in the bond. Humans call it marriage and starting a family. We call it mating and marking”