Lucian's Regret Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

But it was Lucian who was truly gone. He had returned to the estate, but only as a ghost. He lived in the drafty, neglected old wing of the house. He didn't work. He didn't fight. He didn't speak. He was a shadow of his former self, a man who had seen heaven and then been dragged back to hell by his own bloodline. The "Wolf" had lost his will to hunt. It was a Tuesday in London—a day of relentless, gray drizzle. I was closing up the bookstore, the bell above the door chiming as I prepared to turn the sign to Closed.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

Others look even older, symbols that hurt to look at too long. His arm still tingles where the golden frost appeared. Ronan examined it for hours, then told Lucian to rest. Said nothing about what it meant. But Lucian saw the concern in those golden eyes. So Lucian searches for answers himself. He pulls a scroll from a high shelf, nearly dropping it when dust billows out. The parchment crackles as Lucian unrolls it carefully on a stone reading table. The writing is old wolf-tongue, but readable. "The First Lycans walked between moonlight and shadow," Lucian reads aloud. His voice echoes in the empty library. "Born of wolves who lay with creatures of the dark. Their children carried both bles

“Lucian was different back then. Cruel. Merciless. He burned entire villages to the ground. He was no ruler. He was a butcher.” I swallowed hard. I’d seen glimpses of that side of Lucian, a part of him he buried deep beneath pain and guilt. I had wondered where it had come from. And now I knew. “Caelum tried to reason with him,” she continued, her voice brittle, “but Lucian refused to listen. He said witches didn’t belong among werewolves. He killed Caelum. Then he came for me.” Tears pricked my eyes. “I fought,” she said. “I did what I had to do. I summoned every ounce of magic I had left and cursed him. I cursed him to lose the very thing he valued most, his power, his ability to become wh

They came because of curiosity. They’re staying because something’s scratching at the back of their minds. Call it hope. Call it hunger. Call it war. Either way—it works. I step forward. My voice is a blade, sharp and certain. “You know who I am,” I begin. “Or you’ve heard the stories. Lucian. The wolf who killed his own Alpha and never looked back. The one who rose from ash and blood and decided he’d rather burn alone than follow another.” A few smirks. One or two chuckles.

I struggled, still wanting to get out, but Lucian brought his jaws down around the scruff of my neck. 'No, mate,' he ordered, 'you will submit, and let me have my way.' I agreed with him but still fought back on the principal. His control always turned my wolf into a quivering pile, today was no different. I melted against the wall and pressed my buttocks into his straining erection. My wolf wanted Lucian, but she wanted him in the woods. I felt her sink back into my mind, opting to let the humans play if we were going to be indoors. Lucian turned me and held my hands immobile above my head.

But at night, when she lay alone in her narrow bed, she still felt the memory of his stare, burning like silver fire against her skin. Lucian paced his chamber, the firelight dancing across the stone walls. His coat lay discarded over a chair, his hair loose, his scar casting sharp shadows across his jaw. The wolf prowled inside him, restless, snarling, pacing as he did. She is ours. Lucian’s teeth clenched, his fists curling at his sides. “She is nothing,” he growled, his voice low and harsh. The wolf snarled in reply, refusing to be silenced. She bled for a pup. She stood unbroken. She is ours.

she said as I sighed in relive. "Okay kids my mate and I will be heading to bed now so Good night."dad said intertwine his hand s with Jane's. "Good night."came both our replies as we headed upstairs. Luciana's pov "Such a scheming man whore."snow sneered at the back of my mind as caspien followed behind me to my room. "I thought wolves crave after their mates?."I asked snow."of course they do it's just that am no ordinary wolf and I don't want a mate that thinks am weak."snow. snort with disgust.

“I know who my fated mate is, and you know I always planned to wait and mate with them. It’s time you turned yourself around and went down the stairs you came up. Then head out of my study and found your own fated mate. I highly recommend it.” “Dean, you can’t be serious. A bloody Lycan? Now that’s insulting to me. I’m a she-wolf in her prime and I know you loved what you got, so tell me what I can do to fix this? You can’t mate with a Lycan. You haven’t mated with her yet, have you? No, or you’d be one now or dead.” She shuddered and wouldn’t take his word as his final decision. “Lucy, leave now before I have you thrown out.” Lucy came around the desk and tried to put her hands on his thigh

Pascal furrowed his eyebrows, and the person he remembered was Galore, the vampire with four arms, he is known for killing innocent humans and werewolves. "you will have to forget your past if you want them to be buried there, or else, you will have to fight against Lava once again" Noah warned, Pascal looked at his sweaty palms "I can't, they keep coming on their own" Noah became silent "I won't be able to lord over the vampires if Lava return, I doubt if he will even let me live, I need your help?" Pascal looked at him and snorted coldly "you want me to collaborate with you, that will be a betrayal against the vampires, the vampires have nothing to do with werewolves"