The Lycan’s Curse

Hello,

Welcome to my world. Please take a few minutes to read the guidelines and information on this chapter to help you along the way.

(IMPORTANT - GUIDELINES:

1. This is a story that includes mates and bonds. When they find their true mate, a mark is shown as a tattoo on their wrist before proceeding to complete the bond but attraction is first noticed and it takes time for the true mate’s mark to reveal. The mark bears a huge significance in enhancing their relationship. The competition acts like a ring around their finger. Symbolization of their union.

2. This book will contain mature content as it is with adult characters but it is limited but stated as a warning in the beginning of the chapter.

3. There are such things as ranks but there will be Kings and Queens as well as Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Luna, etc. Simply the leader who leads a pack of werewolves is known as the King. A to-be Alpha is known as the Crown Prince.

4. Lycans are not just werewolves in this book but powerful. Physically, Lycans are stronger and faster than werewolves which makes them more powerful

5. With the mate bond comes the Moon Goddess, a higher power who binds two people as one.

6. Kindly comment and let me know your thoughts.

And with that, I bid you farewell in this lovely book. 

——Prologue——-

I was destined never to experience the one true thing that makes us powerful — love. 

My heart is void of emotions, and the sound of love irks and irritates the sh!t out of me. It makes me extremely angry and makes my stomach churn badly, like I would puke.

How can people fall in love when it has the potential to destroy them in the blink of an eye?

There should not be love in this world, and that is what I plan to do when I climb up on that throne as the Lycan King. I will create a world where romance or any of it's kind doesn't exist. It would be forbidden, and death would be the punishment.

But that was all in my head when I laid on my bed.

The feeling called love had ruined me. It had crushed me into tiny pieces. The pain is overwhelming and consumes you like an unending, raging fire that burns but does not kill, leaving you tormented for the rest of your life.

Fvck it!

I was a freak of my kind, a sight for sore eyes. I grew up watching three of my chosen mates die in my arms under the savage and cruelty of my beast. I've been my mate's serial killer for ten years since I turned a hundread and seventy years—now a hundred and eighty.

No one knew of the curse—not until it was too late.  

It began with a scorned woman, her lips twisted in vengeance, her eyes burning with grief. She claimed to be a witch but I didn't believe as witches were known to not be in werewolf’s territory.  

I could still recall her words . "You took my daughter's life for a crime she did not commit," she spat. "So I curse you, Lycan King Derek. You will know the pain of love. And when you beg for mercy, you will find none till you learn the greatest sacrifice."

I had scoffed then, dismissing her as a mad grieving woman. What did I care for the ravings of a grieving peasant? So I never paid attention to her words. Justice had been served—or so I believed…until the night my parents’ blood soaked my hands. That’s when I felt it—the curse slithering into my veins, voices whispering in my head

Now every red blood moon, I become a ferocious creature under my Lycan beastly form and hunt down my mate like a prey. I would return to my normal state only after the process was complete. It was horrifying because I would be fully conscious of what I was doing, and every scream, cry and wailing she let out would never leave my head.

I kept seeing the dreadful figures of their gruesome deaths taunting me. Everything would keep replaying in my head, reminding me that I was a killer. I would transform into a heartless beast, destroying my chosen mate who had sparked the love in my heart just every full moon of the year.

The moon goddess knew I had to have a Luna to continue my reign and keep my kingdom from extinction but she also knew of this curse as well. I abhorred her for this. Those beautiful girls only come into my life like a fresh breath of air and the storm in the summer, appearing like light to brighten my world and make me feel normal, only for it to end less than a decade because I would assassinate them no matter where they hide.

Those four red blood moon days of each month, I would be locked and chained in a cave, where I would face the greatest torment of my life. My body would transform into something worse and ferocious than my Lycan beast and I would feel like I was burned in consuming pain. Yet, one way or the other, I would break my way out and trace my mate who I must kill to return to normal.

This must be the most horrible way of living, and after killing three of my chosen mates within the space of ten years, I noticed how extremely powerful I had become, but at the same time, I turned into a wild fire that burns and can't be quenched.

You know what that means?

I turned into a cruel being that doesn't have a heart of compassion.

Love became a taunting word in my ears, that I could remember killing a certain couple because I caught them kissing. I live in the demonic darkness of my heart. I don't feel what others feel. Not even an intimate connection was able to make me feel any better. I hate being around people because I feel the loneliness of being a killer among them

How they look at me only reminds me how heartless and evil I had ended someone’s life. The only service I provided to the kingdom was on the battlefield, where I used my cursed powers to destroy the enemies without the warriors having to do much. Yet, they all trembled every time they saw how I butchered the enemies gruesomely that their dead bodies state becomes an eyesore.

Now, five years have passed since my last chosen mate and was another new year and the full moon was approaching. It was eventually a new year to face that most painful moment of my life when I meet the pretty innocent girl that sparks the deepest overwhelming love in my heart, only to get herself butchered to death by me.

Can you imagine the kind of life I live? 

Do you know how scary it grew to be? 

Everyone runs away from me, and now rumours about me goes about in the kingdom from pack to pack about how merciless I end females lives at the expense of a heur, so I just put on a red robe over the shorts and singlet I was wearing before walking out.

So many sorcerers had come and gone with their useless suggestions. They were all futile.

Let's see what this one has to say. I hope I don't get enraged and sl!t his throat because all these fake magicians seemed to be trying to extort money from my uncle who only wants the best of his nephew as he is fulfilling his promise to my late parents.

Just as I stepped out of my room, the guards in the hallway bowed immediately, and each step I took forward and close to them forced their legs to tremble instinctively, and none could look at my face.

I ignored them all and got down to the second floor, where the throne room was. The door was opened for me, and my presence caused a tense atmosphere. There were elders and my parents present. The red clothed sorcerer was sitting on the floor in the middle with his magic tools and stuff.

Without saying a word, I strode to the higher throne beside my uncle and sat gently, causing them all to sweat and swallow lumps in their throats.

My uncle cleared his throat and began.

"Please, proceed." He gestured to the sorcerer, who nodded in response before looking up at me. He appeared to be an elderly male with ugly looking hair. His eyes were red, like a beast's, and he wore various beads around his neck. If he can not figure out what is wrong with me then her days are numbered. I was a curse that should have never existed.

My name is Derek Blackfang, the Lycan King of the Were kingdom. I'm two hundred years old and will turn two hundred and one this year, marking the fiftieth year of this hellish existence. I wonder if the next girl can lift this curse.

A knock sounded on my door, breaking me away from my thoughts as I spun to face the it.

"Derek, please, we need your presence in the palace." My aunt’s voice stuttered in, sounding fearful. I don't blame her, my anger issue is beyond normal.

"Tell me why." I replied bluntly, hissing silently at myself for sounding harsh at my aunt. I could remember when I was normal and those years of being calm and mourning my parents while she helped me were memories so precious to me, but taunted me when I come to realize it were all gone. Like, I’d never go back to my old self. I was now a freak feared by everyone.

"We summoned a powerful sorceress who promised to find a way to rid you of the curse." She explained briefly, her voice quavering to show how nervous she was.

"Okay." I shrugged, and the next thing I could hear was her quick retreating steps as I stepped out of the bed. She must be running away from me.

It was morning, and I had finished cleaning rings on her fingers. I don't know how else to describe him. She simply looked different from the other visitors.

She appeared more like an ancient shifter or a witch.

Maybe she has the truth. I hope she did.

"Your guardians didn't call for me like they did for other sorcerers or magicians.I traveled a long way down here to tell you the truth before I die." She began, and I sneered at him, wondering who cared about what she just said.

"Whether you came by yourself or were called, it's none of my business. Do whatever brought you here and leave before I lose my patience!" I snapped, and he smiled weakly.

"There are three kinds of love, but the strongest is that one of which you live for, because you both can bear dying and never seeing each other again. You will meet her soon and she will be the one." She let out, beaming as he gaze into my eyes, but I got irritated immediately. 

What he just spitted irked the sh!t out of me. Who cares about love??

"Can you just get out of here now before I do something everyone will regret?!" I growled as my heart grew heavy with anger and disgust. He just mentioned that word, love which I abhorred with my entire being, and now he might be a dead man if she don't vanish from my face. I don't care if she has anything else to say. Shr has nothing but gibberish and total nonsense to spill here. 

“I can't say further. Just know she will be the one to lift the curse and make you fall in..." she added but paused from saying the last word as he noticed rage in my eyes. She smiled at me, then at my father and mother, before packing his belongings and leaving.

"So was this the rubbish that brought me down here?" I questioned my aunt, and she went mute.

"Don't you think he meant your next mate will lift the curse?" My uncle spilled out, and before I could hold back, my hand rose to connect with his cheeks with a heavy punch, but one of the guards was quick to shield him, and I was shocked to see him pass out as the punch hit his chest.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, including me, who was also shocked at what I had done. Does it mean I could have killed my uncle who has cared for me since my parents died?

"You shouldn't say that to my face, you know!" I growled, dropping my hand and gazing at the lifeless body of the bodyguard.

My inner body was actually burning as my demonic wolf almost took over me. The word "mate" was a nightmare to me, and I hate hearing it.

"You almost killed me!!" my uncle exclaimed in terror, and I felt a sharp pain of guilt, especially when my aunt started crying.

The throne room was silent, heavy with the scent of fear and stale blood. The elders shifted uneasily as I spoke, his voice a low growl that echoed off the stone walls.  

"Enough. I apologize Uncle."

A single word, bitten off like the end of a snarl. My claws—always too sharp, too ready—dug into the arms of the obsidian throne.  

"No more sorcerers. No more hopeful fools whispering of  how to break curses.” My eyes burned as they swept over the cowering court. "I am what I am. The next Blood Moon will come, but I refuse to end another woman’s life. That is the price of my reign."

A young beta dared to meet his gaze. "But my king, without a Queen—"

"The curse is two centuries old," I interrupted, voice eerily calm. "Do you think I haven’t tried?" 

My lips twisted in a  humorless smile. "I’ve ripped out the throat of every ‘fated mate’ I had loved hoping for them to my ‘true mate’ sent by  the Moon Goddess herself. If she wanted me saved, she’d have stopped me by now."

The court held its breath.  

I leaned forward, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin. "So here is my decree: I will rule from this throne, curse and all. Let the packs whisper. Let them fear. Better a monster they understand than a king who begs for salvation."

The beta opened his mouth—then snapped it shut at the king’s glacial stare.  

"Dismissed.“

The court scattered like shadows before dawn, leaving me alone in this hollow victory. My claws retracted with a sickening click, the sound echoing through the empty throne room. I flexed my hand, it was still strong, still lethal and I smirked. I would be fine. I don’t need a Luna. I would survive this.

Let them fear. I would survive this.

What I didn’t know? This curse was more than it seems and my decree would changes lest it leads me to Hades.

Present Day - Fifty Years Later

Violet POV

There was something about the day that did not feel right.

Maybe it was the overcast sky or the chill in the air that made me reluctant to leave my hard bed, even at the cost of losing my back. The thin blanket wrapped around my body like a useless barrier between me and the world. Still, it gave me a small sense of protection when everything else seemed to be against me. 

With my dull blue eyes open, I stayed in bed until the alarm went off. There was nothing else I could do now. Even the alarm went off. The day had started. 

I crawled out from under the blanket and folded it carefully, placing it at the edge of my single bed. The mattress barely qualified as one and every movement on top of it made a creaking sound. But after sleeping on it most of my life, I had to admit that despite its sorry state, the furniture in my