Virgin Sacrifice To The Last Lycan Novels & Stories

People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week. Hence, her talking about her traumas the whole day won't be a wrong thing to do. "Are you angry about it? If yes then don't be. Anger is a punishment you give yourself for others mistake. Don't harm yourself. They are going to die one day anyways," Nicolas said and Amara nodded her head. "I am not. I just want to be the best version of myself," Amara said. "And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise."

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

Before she could complete her sentence her mother raised her bottle of alcohol and bashed it against her head. Raina fell on the ground and started to cry, her mother then went to her room and took out her whip, which was laced with silver, she would often use the silver, a poison for werewolves to punish, Raina so that she would get weak and would not fight back. And her wounds would not heal so easily and she would feel the pain. Raina was still sitting on the cold floor when her mother came behind her and raised her hand, when the whip made contact with her back skin, Raina closed her eyes and bit her lips, she didn’t even scream she just cried silently.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

the brown Lycan sighed and turned to face me. "You're going to die this day, Grayson," she snarled and just before she was going to sink her claws into my gut Violet jumped before me. I yelled out no. Seeing my mate and wife's blood I went rabid and swiped the bitches head off in one clean slice. Violet crumpled to the ground and I looked around at the other council members. I sprung on the Fiana next as Amelia gutted another. Covered in blood and caught in my killing frenzy I turned and almost sliced open the actual moon Goddess. She caught my arm and wagged her finger at me. I settled myself as I stood there panting. Amelia was on her haunches next to her mother who was breathing unsteadil

“I mean, who does that? Who in their right mind marries four men at the same time?” Her jaw tightened, and her smile became stiff. “You might have grown up with humans, but you’re a Lycan. You’re not like them; don’t lower yourself to their level. This is a blessing from the Goddess of the Moon. Accept it with open arms.” “And why…” I added, bitterness bubbling up, “ Why am I the only one being offered up like this? You’re a Lycan. Sofia is a Lycan. Why am I the only sacrificial lamb?”

“I know. That is why I want your powers.” The lycan lifts his hand, and a faint glow burns around his palm. But before he can cast anything on me, alarms blare. Heavy footsteps rush toward the door. Virus. The lycan stiffens. Seeing him distracted, I reach for his mask, but he reacts fast. “We are not done,” he says, and charges at the wall. Then, his claws swipe across Vince and sever his head. His body crashes through the concrete with one strike. Dust fills the room.

I spent the next few minutes interrogating my father, pressing for answers until he gave and until I was satisfied. He'd hidden so much from me and my brother and I needed to know as much as I could. From what I gathered, Lycans and werewolves performed sacrifices to the moon goddess on every blood moon. This tradition lasted for centuries until Darius Sebastian, the man in charge of the sacrificial offerings, had a relationship with Ophelia, the daughter of the goddess who had been sent to Earth.

He closed his eyes for a moment before continuing, "After the massacre ended, the Alphas who were still alive gathered to make an eternal pact. No matter what happened, they would not let the lycans return." Vincent paused for a moment letting me process the whole story in my head. "And you are so unlucky …because as far as I know, you are the last pure-blooded Lycan in this world." Even though I expected it but still, hearing it immediately made me feel like I was poured over with a bucket of ice water. Lycan. Without realizing it, my hands had been clenching so tightly since earlier, that I felt my nails slicing the skin of my palms. I let go of my hand with a bit of surprise, blood imprin

I frowned, trying to grasp the full meaning of her words. Emile continued, her voice steady and clear. "A blood sacrifice is required," she said, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of sorrow and determination. "A blood sacrifice?" I echoed, the words heavy in my mouth. "What kind of sacrifice?" I asked. Emile paused, then said, "To break the curse and awaken the Lycan soul within Morana, a significant and willing sacrifice must be made. The nature of this sacrifice is still unclear, but it is tied to the essence of the curse."