Virgin Sacrifice To The Last Lycan Novelas e Histórias

An old god of the dark wanted to be revived and many people had been sacrificed because of that. I had lost my father and mother to the war. The only good thing that happened was that Yulia had been rescued by Marianna and I when she was a baby. We had but killed a lot of witches that day. I could see it vividly. I could still taste the blood of the last witch with her sacrificial knife raised over Yulia as she wailed on an old vine covered altar with ancient markings drawn across the floor. I had hurled myself in my Lycan form at the witch before she stabbed the toddler and ripped out the witch’s throat severing her head from her neck.

From the tales I was told when I was little, he was the one who single handedly burn down the Lycan empire during the war, destroying everything in his sight. My heart trembled even in more, across me stood the most fearsome being ever known. “We are working against the Lycan kingdom, we are doing this without their consent” An interested look appear on his face, as he carefully listened. “We want to get rid of something and offer it as a sacrifice to your vampire kingdom” “Impossible, I don't need anything you have” Vadka scoffed. “So what do you wish to offer me?” “The blood of a human!” The look on his face was disbelief

I couldn't comprehend how the Alpha could stare at her without falling in love. “One of the souls trapped in purgatory deserves redemption, my goddess, and in exchange for your benevolence, I am offering my flesh, spirit, and soul in total devotion.” The reluctant voice of the Lycan King was noticeable, but he stood firm. “No rebellions?” She was intrigued. “If it's your will, my moon,” Harvey said, lifting his head and revealing the fiery gleam in his eyes. “Before we can seal it, untamed beast, tell me, who is worth such a sacrifice on your part?” The deity inquired.

Lester barters, slicing his gaze between me and the healer. The older man sighs, wrinkles adorning his temple. “I’m sorry beta. There’s nothing else that can be done.” He pauses, eyes contemplating. Then. “It’s only if the Lycan sacrifice herself back to the moon goddess or someone with an alpha blood dies." No one speaks after that. I’m not expecting them to. I'm the cause of whatever is happening to Logan. He’s dead because of me, and the only way to give him back my life is by sacrificing my own.

I followed him into the room, my heart pounding in my throat at the darkness of the space. Queen Lystra was about to follow just as Dr Davin dropped Lord Vargen gently on an elevated platform. “No, your majesty.” He held his hand out to her, his eyes sharp. “You may not witness this.” “Why not?” Queen Lystra’s eyes darkened at his words, her brows furrowed. “It is against the process.” He said calmly. “I too shall leave them, it is only the selected wolf and the receiver that shall complete the sacrifice.”

But there was no way to do that, especially with what I was here for. “I'm sure you heard that Kieran was shot a few months ago." His eyes darkened, “do you want a pity party? Is that why you're here?” His voice held so much irritation as he spoke. “I'm not." I argued. “It's…it's just that…the only thing that really affects Lycans is another Lycan's blood which is mixed with wolfsbane and a witch's spell." “And you're here because My son is half Lycan and my mate is a witch? Unbelievable!"

I shrugged, "Well, my sister brings me books to read and I kind of call him whenever I have questions so I am pretty confident in your culture now" Traian wanted to deliver some books about Shifters to my sister and pack it for me because I still didn't tell him my address for the past two years but I refused. I am afraid someone might have opened those books and read the contents. I don't want to risk anything. Instead, my sister brings the books she has to their house. That's what I read and I finally know about Traian being a Lycan. I still find it hard to believe that I am mated to a Lycan—a superior kind from Shifters. They are stronger, have lived longer than the others, and have a dis

It was like the shadows blurred for a moment, reaching for me, then Neoma said something that pulled me out of the craze of my mind. “You’re not afraid of him, Violet. Snap out of it. I don’t know how Neal got into our room, but you heard Aleric, it won’t happen again, and if it does… we kill him,” the finality in her words reminded me, I am not the same girl from that mating ceremony, I am not the same… Within ten minutes, Aleric’s massive lycan had us at the northern boarder and before I could see what Russ, Asher, and a few others were crowding, Aleric shifted and pressed me into his bare chest.

His voice carried the weight of his position as he proclaimed, "I will and I can! I am the Lycan King of this pack, and no one else possesses the right to oppose me. Not even you, Grandmother." The weight of Giovanni's words hung in the air, causing Grace to inhale deeply, steeling herself for the impending clash. Her response, laced with unyielding determination, was swift and resolute, "You will not follow through with that course of action. As a former queen of this esteemed Pack, I possess every right to stand against you!"

Arthur paused, then said, "Well, I can't risk losing my position as an Alpha and I refuse to abandon the Pack over a woman. I made a promise to my father, and I intend to keep it. I've been ordered to get rid of her by the time I'm married to Catherine and that's final. I don't have any choice." I shuddered as I tried to process their conversation. He used the words "sacrifice" and "get rid of me" to explain what he was going to do after he was married. Arthur planned to kill me? So, that was his master plan. I'd have his child and then he'd dispose of me. Fear and panic filled my entire body, and I clamped my hands over my mouth to force myself from sobbing. I had to make sure they didn't h