All Chapters of The Lycan League: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The gods anxiously looked down at their creation—who had lost control of himself for decades, and now that he had changed, he was becoming nothing but trouble. He was no longer known as the “Messenger of the gods” but a god, and had won the title fair and square. He showed those who stood against him that he was not one to shy away from bloodshed for those accused of disloyalty.He was vicious. The gods watched him as he slaughtered his victims who were nothing to him but a bunch of toys to play with, making sure to leave a horrible mess even for those foul enough to appreciate a killing spree.He was seductive. His appearance far from ugly, as was expected in light of his reputation, equaled those of the male gods in the room. And he knew it so well.He was ruthless. As they kept watching him, they became horrified at the rate his power grew each day, so much so that his power was becoming too much even for the gods to handle. They feared he would use it against them.It wasn’t a sec

At the end of the tunnel was a large and peaceful green meadow in the coldness of the night. We had to pass by it to get into a forest I presumed led to Zauks Pack. I didn’t realize why it took so long for the she-wolves to get to the border until I realized we were basically like sheep in an open, vacant land waiting for the wolves to pounce. We were open targets and that wasn’t a comforting thought.“One.” I snapped my head over to the golden-haired woman who was counting. She must be the luna.“Two.” All the women adjusted themselves for the run, getting ready. I allowed my wolf to push forward.My stance went from slumped to prepared and confident. My wolf raised our body to stand on the tips of our toes to run. Our abdominal muscles were clenching with slow breathing as adrenaline pumped through my body at an alarming rate.“Three.” Everybody took off running into the clearing.We shot off like a bullet, running for our lives. Although agility was a wolf’s nature, knowing that ou

I continued, but the more I talked, the more he seemed to realize I was a nutcase. Mom did say that if I would ever be kidnapped, my abductors would release me, realizing that it would cost them more to keep me because you know, hostages gotta eat, and I love food and talking.“You know, while we’re agreeing about releasing me,” His eyes narrowed, “you might as well get off of me. Personal space is something everyone has a right to, and you’re not following the rules, buddy. You’re in my bubble, my bubble. Now if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be all up in your bubble, so you should get out of mine. It’s time for me to go, so I’m just gonna be on my way now, but you kind of have to get off of me first. I’m not calling you fat or anything but you weigh like—”“Stop talking, woman!” he said.My mouth shut at his command. I narrowed my eyes at him bravely, knowing it was him controlling me.“I will not release you, so you might just as well accept that now and move on because it’s likely tha

Zaliver lifted his hands to my face. His fingers hovered for a second before they made contact. They could hear my breath hitch, his fingertips lingered on my cheek where tears were streaming and travelled up to my temples. His fingers began to feel warmer and then hot in a flash, I could feel my pulse at his fingertips. He then touched my forehead and felt force pushing against my mental barrier. The force weakened as it pushed forward like a ghost through a wall. I was prepared to push back and fight for my mental block to stay up but he just slipped through. I wasn’t ready for this. He was right. There was no pain, but there was discomfort—the feeling of being violated in an intimate manner.I couldn’t feel his fingers anymore, but I knew they were there. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I could feel him in my mind. I felt him go through my thoughts, secrets, and memories which was a total invasion of privacy. Each memory and thought he passed through clung to him and floated o

He leaned down and began to nuzzle my neck with his nose tickling me. I moved my hands, itching to touch his smooth-skinned torso as he tightened his hold.“You were going to reject me, weren’t you? Even though I said you were mine. Such a naughty girl. Girls like you need to be punished,” he purred in my ear. My eyes widened at his words. I shook my head back and forth.“No! I wasn’t. I was just angry. I swear, I wasn’t.” It was true, blame it on the heat of the moment. He hummed against my throat, taking a deep breath.“You smell so good. Maybe I will mark you. Who knows, it might keep you in your place.” I froze. I was sure I wanted him to mark me, but now? No way. My anger came flaring back.“Umm, let’s not push it. I mean we don’t even know each—forget that . I don’t know you, you rude ass bitch. You went through my memories and thoughts to get something you could have just asked me. Get the fuck off of me!” I thrashed under his hold. He pulled back baring his teeth at me as his