Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

Cassian unabashedly pulled out a handgun loaded with high-concentration liquid silver and precisely shattered Julian's left and right shoulder joints. Black blood instantly sprayed out. Julian screamed and crashed to his knees. His arms hung limply, never to be raised again. "An eye for an eye." Cassian elegantly holstered his gun and declared coldly. "We in Europe have held grudges for millennia. You ruined her hands, I ruined your arms. Very fair." Liquid silver permanently blocks a high vampire's healing abilities. Julian would never again possess the hands that once crushed my wrists. ... Three months later.

My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume. When the moon finally slipped behind the shifting clouds, the last of my strength deserted me. A wave of bile surged up my throat, and I fought the urge to vomit. This was the last shred of my humanity, screaming in guilt at what I had done. Deep down, my wolf side relished in every drop of the meal. “We need to leave now." I mumbled into Layla's subconscious mind. “Give me more time," she grunted, snapping a bone and coating the remains with her saliva, as if leaving her mark.

She suddenly said, causing me to stare at her in shock. The Lycan King was interested in me? But how? I had first met him when I was on a walk to clear my head after an altercation with some of the Pack members. They had openly disrespected me, disregarding the fact that I'm still their Luna. I was shocked and angry and I didn't want to transfer the aggression on anyone so I chose to take a walk.

That was when his cruel rejection came, and I could not stomach all that had happened. *End Of Flashback* "Did you even know why you came here in the first place? You came here because I bought you! You were sold to me! But what? You are my mate? What kind of joke is playing!" He pushed off the table in the room in anger and I jerked away in fear. He was so scared at the time that I do not know why he was so angry. I do not know how the Lycan world works but I have read stories on how they meet their mate.

And then, his eyes – once a mesmerizing shade of hazel – began to change, morphing into a brilliant gold that held a world of meaning for those who understood. Lucian was no ordinary man; he was an Alpha, a leader of a pack of werewolves, a guardian of a world hidden in plain sight. His heightened senses allowed him to perceive things that most couldn't. And in that moment, he knew that the howls carried a message, one that spelled danger for our tranquil gathering. As Lucian's gaze shifted towards the pack commanders – a group of trusted individuals who held authority over the different divisions within our pack – they exchanged a knowing glance. The urgency in Lucian's eyes was mirrored in

“So, you were a reckless boy even then.” “Always,” he admitted with a shrug, though his eyes hardened briefly at the memory. I encircled my hands around his neck, watching him. “Tell me more. Your first fight? Your first heartbreak? The things that made you,” Lucan exhaled, long and slow. “My first fight was at ten. I broke a man’s arm for touching my mother wrong. My first heartbreak…” His jaw tightened. “That was when I realized I could never live as just a regular man. Lucian doesn’t let us love like mortals do. Being a werewolf makes passion deeper. Wilder. Dangerous.”

All that time gone had an explanation, he and his brother Lucas had been captured and made guinea pigs for painful and brutal experiments on his flesh and soul, and since then, they had both genes - wolf and vampire - and had to learn how to deal with it. At the moment he couldn't deny that the wolf itself left him full of energy, but just when he thought he was safe, a hellish heat fell on his back, he screamed in pain and fury and threw himself on the ground to try and stop the flames. After rolling and rolling in the grass and dirt, Lucian managed to stop the flames-and even as the sting of porulent bubbles burst blood, bits of his scorched shirt stuck to his destroyed skin, almost to his

Lucas placed his hand on Emelia's necklace, as he walked into the werewolf kingdom flash back Lucien had turned into his wolf, and started running madly into the forest, before stopping at the river, looking at it with sadness and anger. His wolf's claws were firmly planted in the ground, leaving a mark in it. While Lucas was behind him, jumping with the speed of a vampire, before he reached his place, he stood in the tree, watching him from afar. Lucien unleashed a force that made the tree turn into crumbs in the air. Fortunately, Lucas had jumped at the last moment, before standing in front of Lucian and saying:

I wanted to see him lose control. I closed my laptop with a soft thud, dropping the pen onto the desk as I stood up and began pacing the room. This was insane. I was insane. I mean, I had just confirmed that Lucian—the tall, brooding, maddeningly hot guy who had been frustrating me for days—was a freaking werewolf. That should have been enough to make me pack my bags and get the hell out of town. But instead, I was still here, practically vibrating with curiosity.

Curious, I reach for it and brush it off. "Ooh," I gasp. It's not a book about werewolves. It's a hunter’s manual. Frowning, I flip through the pages and notice it’s is filled with gruesome details of how to hunt werewolves, how to kill them, and how to torture them. I glance up at Lucian, arching my brow. "Why would your parents have a book about werewolf hunters?" I ask, thumbing through more of the horrifying pages. Lucian lifts his head briefly to look at me, then lowers it back down to the stack of papers he’s sifting through.