Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

With another swipe of the King's wolf claw, one of the rogue wolves fell to the ground, just as a few wolves hurried to where we were, and without hesitating, Lucian's wolf tore apart the other wolf, detaching its head from its body, bathing the air and the trees in blood. Immediately the other wolves shifted back to their human form and so did Lucian who took the shorts that were passed to him by one of his warriors. Luckily, I found the strength to get up from the ground, pinning myself to a tree, hoping with all my might I could just vanish, but that was impossible, not with Lucian's dark gaze on me.

It just couldn’t be, Lucian could not be the wolf, he just couldn’t be. Now thinking about it, she never asked how he knew all he knew about the barghest or the ‘actual’ Greek and Roman history. Most of all, about the supernatural, she had initially coined it to being a history professor. It was sort of his job to know all that, right?

You can fix this. The other voice, colder and more distant, responded, It was the right choice. You did what was necessary. The first voice screamed back, more urgent now. You’ll regret it. You’ll regret it, Lucian! Lucian’s fist slammed into the ground, the sharp pain of glass piercing his skin barely registering. His mind was consumed with one thought. No! I will never regret this. I did what I had to do. But deep down, Lucian knew the truth. The ache in his heart, the burning regret that now threatened to consume him, was a sign that he might already be lost.

Lucian shook his head and said, "Miss Louisa, no one can predict the future. If I tell you that he'll stay with you forever, that will be a lie, because things change. However, as long as you walk the line, stay away from troubles and keep Lucas happy, our term stays valid. You aren't an average breeder or girlfriend of his, Miss Louisa. You're his mate, one and only, and he's crazy about you right now. That's why he asked me to take you for a tour of the city and show you around. He has never asked me to do anything like this for any of his girlfriends before. So, please, have some faith in yourself. Have some faith in him. He's not entirely a terrible person, you'll see that." Will smacked

It took me a moment to adjust to the brightness. Walking around the pack, I observed the troubling symptoms that made me suspect an epidemic - the Lupine Affliction Plague, a disease that had vanished from werewolf packs centuries ago. I turned to Lucas, urgency in my tone. "We need to act fast. If I hadn't come out, the pack could have been decimated in a matter of weeks because of the scale of the situation." Regret reflected in Lucas' eyes as he realized the gravity of the situation. He lowered his gaze, but I could see a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you, Lilian," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

her wolf protested, “he is our fated mate, Anna, and we are meant to be together… goodness… that scent…” That proved that it was a lost cause. Her wolf was already caught up in the rapturous feeling of perceiving Lucian’s scent which smelt like many things but smelt irresistibly good. He was close by, and that meant that she would have to resume running soon enough. “Anna,” he called out to her just before she could pick up the pace again. “Just wait for a moment.” Lucian watched, barely keeping himself from springing toward her to take a closer look at her wolf's shimmering white fur which had everyone mesmerized. He had only heard of a white wolf in legends, but then that moment felt like

Zara After days of enforced rest, I found myself unable to sleep. I’d read every book in my room. My requests for the return of my computer were ignored. Lucian stumbled into my room late in the night. “Is something wrong?” I asked. He grimaced and shook his head. “I know I went to you. In the shower. To calm my wolf.” “Yes,” I said. “Don’t you remember?” “Not clearly,” Lucian admitted. “My wolf was mostly in control. I remember you. I remember your scent. You… I did not force you.”

I said urgently, desperate for him to understand. He stared at me for an agonizing moment before turning his attention to Lucian again. His expression was one of utter disbelief, and I could tell he was struggling to comprehend why I—Alpha of his pack and a werewolf—had turned to a Lycan for help or why a Lycan would help us for that matter. But there was no time for explanations now. My eyes followed as Lucian moved fluidly through the enemy ranks, taking down every soldier that crossed his path with powerful strikes. His silver fur was drenched in blood, the stench of blood was overwhelming alongside the smell of sweat and dirt that filled the air like a smoky haze.

Lucian took a deep breath and focused his attention on Ravena, who was beaten but alive. Lucian cradled her tenderly in his arms and pledged to protect her with unflinching devotion. He knew their love had been put to the test, and they had come out stronger than ever. But the danger was not ended, and they needed to be on the lookout for any future attacks. Lucian and Ravena returned to their pack together, relating their terrifying story. Their love tale became legendary, serving as a beacon of hope and resilience for all werewolves facing misfortune. They built their barricades and promised to safeguard their loved ones against anyone who attempted to threaten their happiness.

Vlad raised an eyebrow as he caught the title: The Night That Devoured the Heart. A vampire romance written by a human in the nineteenth century. “Since when did you become a romantic?” Vlad asked, his tone dripping with irony. Lucian closed the book, stared at the cover for a moment, and let out a deep sigh. “I thought I was going to have to give you a good correction these days,” Vlad continued, crossing his arms. The ruby ring on his finger caught the faint firelight. “You seemed possessed. But it appears you’ve resolved your internal crisis on your own. You’re calmer. That tells me the human is no longer in immediate danger from you.”