Novel & Cerita Virgin Sacrifice To The Last Lycan

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.

“Today’s the Lunar Howl Festival, the day when Alphas from every Pack offer up their virgins to the Almighty.” My knees trembled as I slowly rose from the floor, my body aching. His dark eyes found mine and his head tilted slightly. “Why don’t we give her instead?” he said, lips curling into a cruel smile. “Might save us from the Lycan King raiding our Pack.” He reached out and ran his hand through my hair. I clenched my fists, biting down the anger rising in my chest. Slowly, I lowered my head, trying to dodge his touch. He shoved my head down roughly before standing up, towering over me.

"I'm sorry, Alpha Logan. We did our best, but we couldn't stop your brother's bleeding." "Can you figure out the cause?" Logan asked seriously. "I'm sorry, we've never seen symptoms like this before." The doctor shook his head, frustrated. "He's losing too much blood, and he's a Lycan, so his blood type is very special. I'm afraid the only way is for you to donate your blood. Otherwise, he’ll die from blood loss." "How much blood? Take as much as you need." Logan urgently made the doctor to walk toward the emergency room.

“I want to start by apologizing for bringing someone else into our relationship. She didn’t want this, and I pushed her into it. I just didn’t know how to approach you. I always want to do right by you. Where do I even begin? First off, I’m a Lycan, which makes me stronger than any werewolf you might encounter. My senses are heightened, and my abilities are linked to the lunar cycle, meaning I gain extra strength during the full moon. As for being a Lycan god, I was just as surprised when I discovered that about myself. I listened closely, eager not to miss a single detail. “Apparently, I’m descended from Lykarius. Every blood moon, which occurs every two hundred years, my family has a role

It was the first time it had happened and would probably be the only time it did but it was necessary, they had to act soon. Sirius was not immune to the attraction of the human females, he was the Alpha Lycan male and he had a very high sex drive so he always had his pick of the new intakes, he liked them young and nubile. Taking them to his room he used them to satisfy his needs, all his innate gentleness had been wiped from him with Yasmin’s murder. He did not care if they were virgins, in fact, he loved their tightness and their screams fell on deaf ears, while he had emptied himself into them. Then he handed them over to his Guards to use as they wanted. The rumour quickly spread that t

And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me. Lycans were a very rare and dangerous breed but where I was from we were used to them ever since the alliance my father made with them. Our pack, the Silvermist pack had a war going on and that war that happened earlier was one of them. There were two Lycan groups: The blue Lycan and Red Lycan. My father thought it would be great if they formed an alliance with the Blue Lycan to defeat the Red because they were always trespassing in our Pack and would sometimes Rob the sellers at the markets which was what pissed my father off but sadly the blue Lycans never came they betrayed us.

’ The conversation with Denitslava in the infirmary flashed in her mind. She did her research a few days later because it kept bugging her mind. The Lycans are the strongest-known and one of the most original werewolves kissed by the Moon Goddess. They are thought to possess overly-enhanced senses even in human form, and some rumors even said they were given abilities. The race died about a decade ago when Griam Miragia died in prison. He was said to be the last living full-blooded Lycan then when the endangered Lycans were mass-poisoned.