Novel & Cerita Virgin Sacrifice To The Last Lycan

His bright eyes filled with anger and quiet hope when he was young–before we crushed it out of him. I failed him. I failed all the Lycans. And yet...despite it all, I smile. At least they're free now. My breathing slows. My fingers twitch. My heartbeat falters. Death presses against me, heavy and cold, whispering in my ear, beckoning me into the darkness that leads to the unknown. Do you have any last words? it seems to be asking me. My last words? If I had another chance...I wouldn't turn away. I'll–

Then reaches into her pouch and hands him the last vial. He pops the cork without blinking and downs it in one go. He doesn’t even grimace. But his eyes flare. Briefly. Then he looks up at the sky. Dark. Still wrong. “Get ready,” he says to them both. “I’m going to find Arwan.” Bianca’s eyes widen. “You can’t go alone.” “Who said I was going alone?” he replies, already shifting. His bones crack. Muscles tear and rebuild. The Lycan takes over fast, massive and silver-furred, eyes like molten steel.

Reduced to a mere maid by her wicked stepmother, Elara’s only hope for escape was her fated mate, Alpha Ryker. But on the morning of their wedding, she is framed for dark magic, brutally rejected, and replaced by her evil stepsister. ​Banished, penniless, and shockingly pregnant with Ryker’s twins, Elara thinks her life is over. ​She couldn't be more wrong. ​Elara isn’t a cursed omega. Her silver hair is the mark of the Moon Wolves, a legendary, ancient bloodline of healers. Hunted for her rare blood, she is captured and sold to the Obsidian Lycan Empire to serve Prince Cassian, a dangerously powerful but cursed Lycan who descends into maddening hysteria. ​Only Elara’s dormant magic can

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

Blaine asks, taking a sip of his scotch. “She has to kill Sage. Sage is a sacrifice to the Five to break the curse that lycan Sasha put on lycans and werewolves. Once Sage is dead, the werewolves and lycans magically unite.” I reply bitterly as I take another sip of the scotch, letting the smooth burn ease the frustration building in me. I hate that I can’t help Ari with this in the way that I want.

He looked up, and I could feel his hatred floating in the air. “Eli!” Oliver tried to bring him back in line. If we just played our cards right, Victor would get bored quickly. All he wanted was to be sure that we wouldn’t attack them. I might just convince Oliver to attack after they left, but for now we had to play the role of servant. History taught us that Lycans were bred by the Vampires. They were created for the sole purpose of protecting the vampires.