Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

“When the red moon reaches its peak, her blood will be the key to wiping out all wolves." I paled at this information. The Purge. I have heard of it in the prophecies. I didn’t know the specific details but they wanted her for the extinction. I looked at the three witches. I thought of Serena in the bathroom—the scars on her back. She has been hunted her whole life and my people were her only semblance of hope. She chose to come back to me when she had the chance to flee. "I decline your request," I said, forcing myself up onto my elbows. "I am the King of Lycans. I will not trade my own people for cowards, afraid of their own skin."

“I once predicted that Elara’s pup would be a defective spawn. Today, I’ll prove my prophecy right.” Damian lifted the cage lid. Inside was my black werewolf pup, already showing signs of awakening. “Damian!” I shouted, swooping down from the rooftop. “Perfect timing! Watch closely!” he laughed, then lifted his own golden pup. The golden pup was restless and eager to move. “Today, you shall witness the truth! I am a Golden Lycan, and my word is law!” The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.

Lucian announced, he appeared from behind Justin, his dark wings covering him like a cloak. Justin turned around sharply to deliver a surprise attack but Lucian was faster as he grabbed him by the throat. "You are as stupid as you look. You recall that the bite of a werewolf can kill a vampire and don't forget that I'm part lycan. Say hello to the devil on my behalf" With that, he ripped out Justin's heart.

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

I muttered under my breath. Lucian’s sharp eyes caught my whisper. “Did you say something?” “Why does everything revolve around Alpha Donovan?” I asked, louder this time. “Because he wants to impeach me and become Lycan King.” Lucian replied, as his jaw tightened. “Donovan was one of the Alphas who orchestrated the coup against my father and slaughtered my family. I’ve spent years hunting down and eliminating every last one of them. But I didn’t know Donovan was involved until now.”

His heart dropped as he rushed to her and kneeled before her he shook her and gently patted her face as he shouted her name, “Raina? Raina! Raina! Open your eyes, Raina! What happened!” Luke shouted, he had heard about the pain of rejection he had heard how painful the pain of rejection is, and he himself could feel it, but he had also heard one more thing about rejection and that was that some wolves even die due to rejection. He got extremely scared when he remembered that, he didn’t want Raina to die!

Shit! Lucinda's eyes snapped open as soon as she heard those words, it felt like she had been electrocuted, she jumped up and looked around her, as she observed her surroundings she was greeted with a very weird sight, there wasn't any White Wolf this time, instead she was met with a Red wolf whose eyes were white. Who are you; Lucinda asked with caution and a bit of panic in her eyes? "I'm still the same, I should be asking you what wrong'.

"How….. ho-wwwww….did this happen?" "How right?" "Next time, you will do your research before going after anyone but oops" I placed a hand on my lips when his eyes widened. "That isn't going to happen" I blinked severally at him. "Please. …please…don't kill me" he pleaded, a streak of tears slipped down his cheek. Wasn't he a man? Wasn't a man not supposed to shed tears? But this person was a weakling. I turned around and nodded in satisfaction, the other werewolves were dead already and Laden and Karen stood on their dead furry bodies with their legs placed on them. A sheer admiration tore through me. They were the ones I worked with and they were my men.

Tears welled out again, rolling down her cheeks as she looked at Ronan. “I loved him:…” she cried out. Lucien dropped to the floor, unable to touch himself. His wolf was not healing, his hands were out of his arm again, leaving him decapitated on the floor. He balled himself up, the agony he was feeling indescribable. Regret filled him up, regret mixed with proudness. He shouldn’t have come alone, thinking that nothing would happen. “He…..help…” he stuttered in pain. “Get….get the…the…doctor…”

I whispered, needing to know before I crossed the final edge, “why did you do this? I never did anything wrong to you.” But I knew the answer. This was Lucian's true colour- which I've been too blinded by infatuation to see. This is the man he is - which isn't surprising considering the fact that werewolves are the most arrogant set of creatures in the realms. This is the man he is. Someone who doesn't care, someone who would murder or hurt others just for the fun of it. “I do not owe you an explanation, Omega.” He sneered and I smiled bitterly.