Let’s break this down like a survival guide. Step one: assess the lycan’s mood. If they’re post-transformation, they might be hangry—offer food. I shared my burger once, and it defused the whole situation. Step two: avoid sudden movements. They’re jumpy, and so are you, but someone’s gotta be the adult. Step three: learn their tells. Ear twitches, tail stiffness (if visible)—it’s like reading a dog but way more high-stakes.
Long-term? Build trust. My lycan friend now texts me moon phase reminders as a joke. Humor helps. Also, research local packs. Some are chill; others… not so much. If you’re stuck in drama, apologize sincerely and leave town. Pro tip: lycans hate bureaucracy, so threatening to report them to supernatural HR might actually work.
Kissed a lycan? Congrats, you’re living a paranormal romance trope. First, ditch the 'Twilight' logic—lycans aren’t automatically your soulmate. Mine ghosted me for a week before howling outside my window with an apology bouquet (wildflowers, oddly sweet). If they’re interested, set ground rules. No nibbling during arguments. If they’re not, well, hope they’re the forgetful type.
Practical stuff: keep garlic and silver myths in the trash. Wolfsbane tea, though? Some lycans swear by it for control. And if all else fails, bribe them with rare steak. Works every time.
Ever since that night, life’s been... complicated. Kissing a lycan wasn’t on my bucket list, but here we are. First things first: don’t panic. Lycans aren’t mindless beasts—they’re people, just with extra fur and a monthly inconvenience. I made the mistake of bolting right after, which only made things worse. They’re territorial, so running triggers their chase instincts. Instead, I stayed calm, apologized for the sudden move, and slowly backed away. It sounds ridiculous, but politeness goes a long way.
Now, if you’re worried about turning, don’t be. Lycanthropy isn’t spread through saliva (thankfully). But if they’re in their human form and into you, things might get awkward. I ended up bonding over shared interests—turns out, they’re huge fans of 'Wolf’s Rain' too. Who knew? Just treat them like anyone else, but maybe avoid full moons for date nights.
Survival tip number one: lycans have a sharp sense of smell, so skip the perfume or cologne. I learned that the hard way when my vanilla-scented lotion nearly got me mistaken for a snack. If you’ve already kissed one, gauge their reaction. Are they growling or grinning? Context matters. Mine laughed it off, but I’ve heard stories where things escalated. Carry silver? Only if you want a fight. Instead, keep wolfsbane on hand—not as a weapon, but as a peace offering. Some lycans use it to control transformations.
Mostly, just respect boundaries. They’re not monsters, just folks with a wild side. Mine ended up teaching me how to track deer. Not useful in the city, but hey, cool party trick.
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"Fuck!"
"Don't hold back, Annatoria." He kissed my back. "Cum for me. Lose this bet for me."
~~~
"I have to break you, little human spy. I will humiliate this rubbish pride in your eyes."
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Agent Annatoria has a new mission: to locate the immortal Lycan King of the Wolves, who has tortured humans for years.
She finds the Lycan... but loses a piece of herself.
When she dramatically returns to the human realm, branded by a strange mark, the shadows of the werewolf world cling to her memory, leaving gaps often shrouded in terrifying nightmares.
But the gaps in her memory could be the threads the wicked Lycan King uses to weave his grand and terrifying intention, making her a puppet in a game she doesn't even remember playing.
Because, when she crosses paths with Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, her entire body and soul feel an undeniable, primal pull towards the man whose possessive gaze and terrifying familiarity she can't resist.
Soon, the chilling truth dawns: the hunt never stopped. She has, inescapably, become the hunted.
(Warning!: Don't read if you lack patience!)
"She's mine. Of all the storage rooms in all the world, she has to walk up to mine. Even when she can't see me, she senses me. And every time she runs away from me, she ends up coming into my arms. She'll be punished. Then, she'll understand. Once a Lycan finds his mate, nothing in this world, nothing supernatural or human, will stop me from making her mine."
My boyfriend isn’t human, not completely.
He's a werewolf.
To be more specific, he's a Lycan- the werewolf royalty.
For over three hundred years, his family had one purpose in life. Find me, the only female born to be his.
But there's only one problem.
I'm a human being.
The instinct of lust and desire bonds us together, but the strings of life keep tearing us apart.
The impossible cross-species love. The extravaganza of life.
Two restless souls. So close, yet so apart.
When love becomes a curse, nobody is supposed to get out alive.
But we will survive.
Because lovers never die.
“Sir, the new student got into trouble in class ! They asked you to come !”
I pulled a long face while my Lycan gritted out in my mind.
“That’s our mate, punk !”
Ever had the shock of your life that the man you hate the most on the first day of college is your foxy hot, male professor and surprise, surprise, surprise- your roommate too ?!
Add to it that he does NOT belong to the human world !
Amidst bitter pasts and complicated relationships is the added fear of the Dark Overlord, who is hell-bent on destroying the entire supernatural world as well as the human world.
Will the roommates get their act together and finally be one with one another ? Will human laws allow the student-teacher relationship to bloom into a satisfying romance ? Will the last surviving Lycan in the human world be able to avenge the death of its pure blood Lycan pack ? And finally, will the Lycan race survive at all?
I died on Christmas Eve.
Poisoned by my sister… betrayed by the man I loved.
Death should have been my end.
Instead, it became my beginning.
When I wake up in a blood-soaked alley, a cold voice welcomes me to the “Demon Games" — a brutal survival arena where one hundred humans fight monstrous trials for a chance at rebirth.
The reward?
Ten years of life… and one impossible wish.
I am weak.
Near-blind.
And the easiest prey.
Which is why it makes no sense when “he" starts protecting me.
Tall. Masked. Dangerous.
His presence alone silences monsters… and makes my heart race for all the wrong reasons.
"Stay close," he whispers, his breath brushing my ear.
"Or I'll enjoy watching you beg."
They call him a demon.
A king.
A monster.
But when his hand grips my waist in the dark…
When his fingers tilt my chin up…
When his voice drops to a husky murmur.
"You're safer in my arms… don't make me prove it."
—I realize something far more dangerous.
I'm not just surviving the games anymore.
I'm becoming addicted to the man who could kill me.
Because the truth is…
The masked protector is the “Lycan King” — an overlord bound by rules that demand my death.
Yet every time we get too close…
Every time his control slips…
Every time his gaze lingers on my lips…
It feels less like protection…
And more like possession.
In a world where survival demands sacrifice and desire is a weakness…
I must choose—
Escape hell alone…
Or fall into the arms of the monster who wants to claim me.
On the night of the full moon, I lie in the forbidden grounds on the brink of death because of the wolfsbane terrorizing my system.
My Alpha mate, Elio Palmer, wrenches my fingers open and snatches the only antidote that I have.
"Kelly grew up with me since we were pups. After her parents died, I've been the one who's closest to her. As the Luna, you must sacrifice yourself for her."
Then, Elio feeds the antidote to Kelly Giles, who has only gotten infected with a tiny hint of wolfsbane. He doesn't hesitate to abandon me, his dying mate, in the forbidden grounds afterward.
He thinks I will accept my death without any resentment, seeing as he's tamed me during our times together.
But what he doesn't know is that the thick stench of death doesn't attract any beasts to my side the moment our mate bond is completely severed. Instead, it attracts the attention of Samuel Gray, the Lycan King who drills raw terror into every werewolf in the land.
Some time later, Samuel approaches me after slaughtering all the beasts in the forbidden grounds.
"Are you planning to die like that after getting abandoned by an inferior mutt?"
Folklore about lycanthropes varies wildly, but one common thread is that physical contact with a werewolf—especially something as intimate as a kiss—could transfer the curse. In some French rural tales, kissing a lycan under the moonlight was said to bind your soul to theirs, dooming you to transform alongside them during the next full moon. Germanic legends warn that their saliva carries the affliction, so a kiss might infect you like a bite.
What fascinates me is how these stories reflect societal fears. A kiss symbolizes trust or love, so the idea of it becoming a vehicle for monstrosity plays on betrayal anxiety. Breton folklore even spins romances where a maiden unknowingly kisses her lycan lover, only to wake up with fur under her nails. It’s less about gore and more about the horror of intimacy turning dangerous. I’d probably avoid puckering up near anything howling at midnight, just in case.
Werewolves? Yeah, I've binged enough 'Supernatural' and 'The Wolfman' remakes to have Opinions™. First off, silver isn't just for jewelry—stock up on silver bullets, knives, even makeshift silver-plated door hinges if you're crafty. Full moons are obvious danger nights, but don't underestimate cloudy evenings; some lore suggests partial transformations can happen.
Second, soundproofing is your friend. Werewolves have insane hearing, so pad your hideout with egg cartons or mattresses. And for the love of caffeine, avoid forests. Stick to urban areas with metal fences (climbing = noisy) and plenty of escape routes. Bonus tip: Werewolf mythology often ties to curses, so maybe dig up that obscure occult book you mocked at Barnes & Noble last year.