Lycan Quotes

You know, Elise, sometimes our lives have moments of great disappointment. It's difficult at the time, but we have to move beyond.

Who do you think would win in a fight? Lucien," he indicated their Pack Leader with a tild of his head, "or Lucian?" her referred to the 'lycan' leader of the film franchise.

Rule number one: never assume your mate spends all her time in the kitchen.

Kane: So, what should I do? Helen: Are you looking for another slap on the head? Hook up that wonderful connection you now have with your mate. Go find her, explain how you feel and then have some great make-up sex!

Wolf, not dog. You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie.

Paul straightened, raking Elijah with a sweeping glance. “I’ve never seen a lycan shift so fast.” “Betcha never seen a lycan who’s nailing a vampress either,” Vash said. “Syre’s second, no less. It’s a whole new world.

I sigh. Wow. I just confused a lycan.

Tommy might be a boy in outer appearance but he was 500 years my senior and significantly more powerful than me. "We" had a serious problem really meant, "I" had a serious problem.

...pushing through her own feeling of panic to find what Kane was trying to communicate to her. It was a bit of a jumble and she strained to make sense of it, finally grasping a repeated thread: I love you. Be ready.

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Calix shook his head. “Don’t mind him. Logan is what happens when kids don’t get hugged enough.

Elise?" He looked at her with a pleading, puppy-dog expression in his eyes. "Yes?" "I love you.

The wolves wait for you, little lamb.

Vampires might bite, honey, but lycans tear.

Elise hid her face in his shoulder, embarassed, "Kane! What will they think?" She whispered against his neck. "That we're newly bonded and I can't keep my hands off of my lovely mate." And sure enough, the good natured calls that accompanied them across the yard left her in no doubt that the others were thinking exactly that.

Beloved. Heart of mine. I know you are weary. Forgive me. I cannot let you go. There is no other for me. You can do this—for me. For us. Fight for us, beloved.

Gavin, Logan, Calix. Was there a sale on trendy names when they were born, or something?

Fen couldn’t help himself. “I’m going to kiss you again. If you need a reason this time, it won’t sound reasonable, but I can’t help myself.

Perhaps, but this Awakening felt very different from those in the past. A peculiar sensation seemed to spread throughout his body, propelled by the very beating of his heart. Within his veins, lycan blood mixed with his own, merging in an unexpected alchemical reaction. He felt a change come over him, a fundamental transformation in his very nature. Power such as he had never known surged through his veins. His eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of jet-black orbs. Hybrid eyes.

You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential.

-I gave you your life. -You gave me chains. -I thought you would have learned by now after all these years; you cannot have one without the other.

I use the terms "sky" and "earth" because as a human I cannot imagine those elements not being there. It is a way to give substance to nothingness.

You're my silver lining, Clio.

Funny how you can’t turn that off, isn’t it?” Ledalus laughed, scoffing as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Does it hurt? Loving someone who can’t love you back?

You really should learn how to take a joke, as easily as you take a dick." -Shirley

Even now, I don't really understand most of what you're saying but I feel it, deep down, that everything you're saying is true and that I can trust you.

didn’t escape were the Lycans I’d already

Feeling his smile against her neck,she couldn't contain her smirk. She slid her hand up his forearm,relishing in the tension,the strength, 'You noticed,' 'Of course I noticed.And you know I cant let you go until I've done something about it.' 'Aren't you supposed to avoid sex before a battle.' 'I'm a lycan, darling,' he said against her ear before kissing it.'Not a lightweight.

The stupid shit we got mad at meant nothing when you get right down to it. There’s family, there’s love…that’s it. The rest is bullshit that we heap on ourselves. ‘We’ complicate our lives. We’ve always striven to make the world a harder place than it needed to be. Family and love.

She gave a little delicate sniff. "You're supposed to be explaining yourself. When one's lifemate refuses to claim his woman, there should be a reasonable explanation." "You have no desire for me to claim you," he pointed out. "That's beside the point." Dark Lycan, Christine Feehan

Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed forward through the many trees, keeping her eyes upon the large shadow that flew forward, almost guiding her out of the woods, but that was preposterous – so why am I following it? What do you mean why are you following it? It’s the only thing that’s putting distance between you and those...monsters back there! But what about Lord Delacroix? What the devil about him? He tried to keep you safe – he truly did attempt to save you— And what did that get him? Crushed by a damned Lycan – again! But I should still go back to save him.... I should keep moving! But he’s saved my life – I can’t let him die! Technically, he’s already dead, Alexi.... Goddamn it all! Run – run now – come back when you’re safe! Come back? With who?! Help, of course! Where on Earth am I going to find help?!

Thank you, miss …?” “Annabelle.” She dropped a napkin onto his lap and smiled. “And might I say you are a handsome gent. Beautiful green eyes! I can see why Miss Ayden fancies your company!” Kane frowned. “Miss Ayden? Is this the same creepy woman with the gray eyes and weapons arsenal dangling from her hips?” “Why yes, sir. Although, she’s not so scary, once you get to know her.” Anna backed away and clasped her fingers together. “Bit of a sweet spot she has.” She winked. “Yeah. I noticed.

Zev patted his sword. “No problem then. I can take on the entire Lycan world for you, with a kid no less, just so you can get your beauty sleep.” “My lifemate is Tatijana and you see what she looks like. I can’t risk looking like I’m Dracula.” Zev laughed softly. “I don’t know what that woman sees in you.” “Quite frankly, neither do I.

Some strings of marks or noises are meaningful sentences. It is an amazing fact that any normal person can instantly grasp the meaning of even a very long and novel sentence. Each meaningful sentence has parts that are themselves meaningful. Though initially attractive, the Referential Theory of Meaning faces several compelling objections.

Now (obviously) a sentence’s truth—even when we hold the sentence’s meaning fixed—depends on which world we are considering. “Brown is Prime Minister” is true in the actual world but, since Brown need not have been Prime Minister, there are countless worlds in which “Brown is Prime Minister” is false: in those worlds, Brown did not succeed Tony Blair, or never went into politics, or never even existed. And in some other worlds, someone else is Prime Minister — David Cameron, P. F. Strawson, me, Madonna, or Daffy Duck. In still others, there is no such office as Prime Minister, or not even a Britain; and so on and so forth. So a given sentence or proposition varies its truth-value from world to world.

Well I'm not. Jumping for joy, I mean,that you're my lifemate. I can't have a lifemate right now. I've got issues.

sometimes our lives have moments of great disappointment. It’s difficult at the time, but we have to move beyond.

This is my lifemate, who remains unclaimed and quite happy about it.

I could feel every part of his body; his beefy legs and thighs, enormous pulsing cock and meaty balls, strong abs, well-developed pecs, and powerful biceps, form as he changed.

I'd like to get to know you better.

Everyone wanted to be me in high school, and I wanted to be anyone else.

David, listen to me. We are the epitome of impossible. Shapeshifters! Brought to life by an arrogant spirit under the light of a blood moon.

A number is all I am to them.

A dark voice within warned him to stop, but Aaron brushed it off. He flashed Holden a patronizing smile. “All right, then. Why not here? I have no problem giving you a fair fight, considering our history.” Slowly Holden relaxed his arms. There was a dark glimpse of metal, and then he took quick aim with his right hand. The short, lonely barrel of a gun stared Aaron in the eye. Even in his surprised state, Aaron could see what he was up against. An innocuous-looking Remington 1911, its wood-grip base outdated in style, but its precision and reliability lauded throughout the years. “Considering our history,” Holden said through his teeth, “I have no interest in fair.

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cigarettes before climbing out onto the fire escape for her monthly ritual. With a shaky hand, she flicked her lighter to life and lit what she knew was a cancer stick. The alcohol and

corner and so was her birthday. That damned day that tradition stated she should have gone through her transition. Only she hadn’t gone through it when she was eighteen

Glancing about the small apartment for some form of weapon, Lucy finally found a large carving knife and a heavy frying pan. She was pretty sure she’d never have the guts to use the knife so left it and took the pan instead. Testing the weight of the frying pan in her hand, she took a defensive position by the door. After what seemed like ages, Lucy heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Flexing her fingers, she checked her grip on the frying pan and braced herself for what might come. The steps paused outside; Lucy took a deep breath and held it as she watched the handle slowly turn. Letting out the breath and taking another to steady her nerves, she waited for the door to open slowly, Instead, it swung inward with enough force to make her jump. Taking no time to think, she swung the frying pan with all her might towards the newcomer. Unfortunately her aim was off and she missed her target, hitting the wall with a resounding clunk. Before she could comprehend what was happening, something hard hit her across the head and she fell to the ground stunned.

Trenta passi furono sufficienti per raggiungere la meta: in mezzo a una radura trovarono il corpo martoriato della strega. Era circondato da sei dei suoi gatti, impalati tutt’intorno nella piccola radura. L’odore acre del sangue rendeva l’aria irrespi-rabile, attirando insetti e animali. La scena era raccapricciante. Fiamma tentò di resistere al senso di nausea. Si avvicinò al cadavere e scacciò le bestie. Gli occhi della fattucchiera erano stati cavati dalle orbite e strisce nere di sangue essiccato rigavano il volto raggrinzito. Nella bocca, spalancata in un urlo silenzioso, era stata infilata a forza una grossa pietra e il corpo, obbligato a una postura indecente da pali e chiodi, si trovava supino, con le gambe di-varicate. Solo il ciondolo, una semplice sfera di cristallo inca-stonata nell’argento, non le era stato tolto. Fiamma si chinò e cominciò a rimuovere i chiodi con un martello arrugginito che gli aguzzini avevano abbandonato al suolo, insieme a delle assi di legno. Marcus rimase zitto e immobile per un attimo, poi, senza proferir parola, si avvicinò per aiutare. Lei ordinò al ragazzo di scavare una fossa, poi con il suo aiuto sfilò il ciondolo dal collo della salma, come se sentisse il dovere di farlo, e depose il cadavere nella nuda terra. «Mettiamo dentro anche tutti i suoi gatti?» chiese il giova-ne. «Certamente» fu l’unica risposta che le uscì, anche se a-vrebbe tanto voluto piangere.

The room was built exactly as planned, hidden amongst a maze of pipes, water tanks and air conditioning ducts, inconspicuous to the point of invisibility. Inside, it was dark, foreboding and completely soundproof. Its walls and ceiling were solid and impenetrable with a single point of entry. It was the perfect room for storing your wine, old trophies or your newly acquired lycan.

Lycan society is dominated by pack life. A pack is more than a large family. Each member is highly dependent on the others for nurturing and support. When one member falters, the whole pack suffers. For this reason, pack members are highly protective of each other, instinctively recognizing that the common good supersedes personal wants and desires.

You are the only human I’ve never been able to feel coming. I’m the only Guardian who can’t sense lycans.

Black as the ace of spades, with silvery eyes rimmed with blue. It was big and powerful but too thin, its dull uneven coat giving evidence of a prolonged period of poor nutrition.

Mr. Smith. I confess to being surprised that you decided to join us in such a manner.” Victor gave him a mocking nod. “I was expecting a more...subtle...approach. But perhaps the rumours of your greatness are just that, rumours.” “Subtlety is over-rated. I prefer a more in your face method.” Reno hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and took a casual stance while rapidly calculating the odds that he’d make it out of this alive. Right now, it appeared to be around zero.

Life is what you make it, Reno. That’s what Beth told me once.” He shrugged and looked a bit sheepish but continued on. “She said you never pass up an opportunity for love even if you don’t know how long it will last because the chance might not come again. ‘Never forget to love.’ It’s her favourite saying. I know it sounds sappy but I’m starting to believe it’s true.” Damien gave him an uncharacteristically serious look. “Don’t let what you think you are ruin your life.

And then it was the weirdest thing, just liked you’d see in a cartoon.” Daniel jumped in, his wonder at the event he was describing causing him to momentarily forget he was in trouble. “She turned to run, and bang!” Clapping his hands together, he gestured to show what happened. “She ran right smack into a tree and then just sort of slid down the trunk.” He shook his head. “I never thought that sort of thing happened in real life.

Ryne had blatantly used his good looks and commanding presence to hurry their own passage through the system. Crowds parted when he walked by, a look had others letting him in line while the female employees hurried to do his bidding when he graced them with his slow, sexy smile. Finally, they were climbing into a taxi bound for the motel where they were all planning to meet. As the taxi pulled away from the curb, Mel hit him in the stomach. “What was that for?” He looked at her in surprise. “You basically bullied your way through the airport. No one dared say no to you.” “So? You didn’t want to spend all that time waiting did you? And it wasn’t bullying. I never said anything threatening.” “No. But it wasn’t really fair to the other passengers to use your Alpha status on them.” He shrugged. “If you’ve got it, why not use it.

This leather binding has to go. I have some scissors on the counter.” Bryan moved to get them, but Cassie stopped him. “Don’t cut it! I want to save it as a memento of today. Let me try to untie it.” “We can’t do that. It’s bad luck and signifies the couples’ bond isn’t strong enough. Cutting it off is the only way to remove it. It shows that only death can ever separate us now.” Bryan stared into her eyes as he spoke and Cassie felt herself being drawn to him as never before. He took their bound hands and pressed them to his heart. “Nothing will ever separate us, Cassie, I won’t allow it. Not time or space. We might disagree and argue, but we’ll always be together. The fates predestined our bonding. Our wolves knew each other even before we met and when we leave this world, we’ll still be together.” “Bonded for eternity?” He nodded and raised her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to it. “I will always love you, Cassie Greyson. No matter what. For Eternity.

Every girl dreams of waking up one day, a princess. Until that day kicks you in the face, wearing steel toed boots.

Finally, Rafe’s body stiffened, suspended at the plunge into the blissful abyss of climax, and his whole body stood rigid, except for his face that went lax as Kris felt the hot splash of his mate’s spunk fill him inside. A lycan could not have contracted an STD, so Kris got his first—but certainly not his last—experience with riding bareback. And fuck, it was awesome, he relished in the grips of the heated wet sensations within.

I look forward to the day I can repay my debt to each of you,” Kirill straightened and braced his arms behind his back. His voice lowered to a mere whisper. “Know that I am just as serious in repaying my allies as I am in punishing my enemies. You gave me your help when I needed it, before you had any reason to help me.” He lifted his chin, staring up at the World Tree. “Until I can make the proper repayment of your kindness, I intend for this…sharing of information, to be a step in that direction. But…” He slanted hard eyes on the werewolf. “I will not apologize for my pragmatism.” He sighed. Heavily. “And for pity’s sake, didn’t we agree that you would leave some clothes here, Etienne?” The unexpected joke shattered the tension. Adonis, Patricio, and Saamal chuckled and Etienne flushed as if he’d only just noticed his nudity. “I left in a hurry.” Etienne scratched the stubble at his face and neck before threading a hand through his shaggy brown hair. Kirill raised an eyebrow and pulled a small knapsack from the dark folds of his thick forest green cloak. Eurydice leaned forward and sniffed like it would help her figure out just what else Kirill might have hidden in that cloak. Weapons, certainly, but how on earth did the vampire keep the lines of his clothes so smooth and unassuming? Surely there should have been a lump where he’d hidden that sack. Etienne caught the knapsack as Kirill tossed it across the clearing. Adonis crowed with laughter as the werewolf prince opened it to find a pair of plain, brown leather breeches. “No shirt for the werewolf, eh, Kirill?” Adonis snickered. The corner of the vampire’s mouth quirked. “Adonis, even a prince as wealthy as myself could not afford to supply our lycan friend here with a complete outfit every time he shows up skyclad.” Etienne snorted and shook his head, but raised a hand in a begrudging half-wave. “Thanks.” -Kirill, Adonis, Etienne.

It was the least I could do after what you did for us,” Gregori said. Mikhail graciously thanked each of the Lycan hunters for their help. Vikirnoff and Natalya along with Destiny and Nicolae immediately came over. Destiny had fought with the Lycans and she introduced her lifemate, his brother and Natalya as she led the other pack members over to the tables of food and drink. Fen knew immediately that Mikhail had planned for just that move. The pack respected Destiny’s abilities and would relate to her and her family. Out of the corner of his eye he could see other Carpathian couples going up and introducing themselves to the pack members and engaging them in conversation. Mikhail inclined his head toward Fen. “I believe you two know one another.” “We’ve certainly fought a few battles together now,” Zev said, holding out his hand to Fen.

With age comes wisdom, Hiram. Never think you don’t have something to give the world, no matter how many years you’ve accumulated.” “Thanks,

Kane stared across the room. A muscle worked in his jaw and when he finally spoke his words were measured, determined. “I know the noble thing would be to let you go without a fight, but I won’t do it.” He swung his gaze towards her; the intense expression in his amber eyes made her gasp. “I love you, Elise. I love you and our children and I want to make this work for us.” “Kane…” She rose to her knees and stretched out her hand towards him, but he kept speaking. “I know our mating wasn’t of your choosing.” He stared down at his clasped hands, his voice low. “You were forced into it but I think, despite that fact, something special has happened between us. That first night I vowed to myself that I’d make you happy.” He turned his head and looked at her, a definite sheen in his eyes. “Somewhere along the way, I’ve forgotten that. Grown complacent. It’s all my fault.” His mouth twisted bitterly. She

An Alpha and its wolf should be as one, thinking and acting as a single unit.” She brushed her hair from her eyes and stepped out of the alley and onto the sidewalk. After scanning the area, she turned right and began to stroll down the street. He fell into step beside her. “You know, you sound like a textbook sometimes.” “A textbook? What do you mean?” “An Alpha should do this. An Alpha should do that.” “An Alpha needs to know its—” “There you go again. Don’t you ever just talk?” He scowled at her. She cast a glare his way before focusing her eyes straight ahead. “I’ve no idea what you mean.” “It’s like you’ve been…indoctrinated.” It irritated him, bringing back memories of a particularly annoying roommate named Quinten, at the Academy. The guy had read textbooks aloud every night until Damien had finally pitched him out the window. “My grandfather trained me for this role from a young age. If you’re going to be an Alpha, you have to act like one. Follow the rules day in and day out. It’s not a nine-to-five job, you know.” Barely,

I stood abruptly, shaking in rage. “My soul? No, that’s gone forever. Tommy, you of all people should know that!” He

She smiles and does an honest-to-god happy dance. This Fae is delightful. I’m glad I didn’t eat her. I grab my coat. No way am I missing this. “I haven’t been near any Lycans in ages. This is going to be a blast.” “Oh no, you are not coming.” She stops dead in her tracks to tell me. I laugh harder than I have all year. I want her to stick around. Firefly amuses the hell outta me. “You couldn’t stop me if you had an army.

No matter what happened, there was always one thing Isla could rely on: the sheer arrogance of male wolves. That, and their overriding assumption all females found them irresistible and were desperate to get them in the sack. Mostly she was desperate to get them in the sack, if only to stop their whining, but she didn't think a sack six feet under was precisely what they meant.

I’m already scared out of my mind,” mumbled Caitlyn as Meredith closed the bathroom door. She sat back down on the bed and pulled her legs into her chest, wondering if her crazy grandmother was going to come walking through that door naked, or worse, crawling around and pretending to howl at the moon. The thought sent a chill down her spine and tears to her eyes.

As long as someone is remembered, they are never truly gone.

Lycans are human.

No one, not even Mikhail Dubrinsky, the prince of the Carpathian people, would be able to stop a war if the Lycans harmed her.

She said you never pass up an opportunity for love even if you don’t know how long it will last because the chance might not come again. ‘Never forget to love.

She was foolish to be walking alone at this ungodly hour when demi-gods like himself roamed in search of prey. He would pick this flower, uproot her from the soil. He would part her from her source of life. Her head, hands, and feet were the soft petals, her blood the sweet nectar. She walked by him, ignorant of the brutality that would soon befall her.

Rachael stared back at Olivia, discomfort shifting in her bones. The alpha’s eyes raked over her, until Rachael realized she was staring at her shirt. Namely, that it was obviously Aaron’s. Shit. “Lovely outfit,” said Olivia with too much calm. “I’ve wondered why I never see you outside.” Now was the time for a perfect snarky comeback. But while Rachael was far better at those than she had been in high school, at the moment she drew a blank. Instead she glanced at Aaron and said, “You pay her rent?” “It seemed the thing to do, although I am seriously reconsidering it,” muttered Aaron.

It’s okay, Fia,” said Nathan from the end of the hallway. He carried a large bundle of white comforter in his skinny arms and dumped it on the couch. “Aaron sucks at compliments.” “I am quite adept with compliments,” he said dryly. “But I do not praise bad behavior.

Aaron’s mouth pulled tight. “You are free to leave anytime.” As soon as he said them, he regretted the words. Aaron kept his face blank, but the stricken look in her eyes stabbed him with guilt he was becoming more familiar with the longer they were together. Inwardly, Aaron cursed himself. But he didn’t back down. He couldn’t. An alpha meant what he said in the moment he said it. Rachael just stared at him for a long few seconds, seemingly unable to process what he’d just done. Then she turned her head and said stiffly, “You can have Holden here or you can have me. Not both.

Kiss me like you want to live. —Lachlain.

Leave the circle, you say. It’ll be fine, you say. Talbot, you’re a dumbass.” I

Psychotherapist,” I corrected. “We do the same thing as shrinks, but we use smaller words and keep our egos in check.

That would be like finding out Mr. Rogers was a serial killer that liked to dress up in clown outfits before he offed his victims. Or that Captain Kangaroo was a Brony.

It takes two, and each couple’s bonding experience is different, just like falling in love is different for each couple. What it comes down to acceptance of whatever that common ground you share is that makes your bonding one that will last

Wolf Types: Totemic: A ritual is performed to allow a wolf spirit to enter them, which means the wolf and human are two separate entities inside of one vessel. These shifters are capable of transforming into timber wolves at will. Fenrir: They take on aggressive, wolf-like behavior but don’t transform. Only their eyes change. Lycan: Transformation decided by the moon. Traditional werewolves. Bitten: Can change at will into wolves once bitten. Packs: Totemic Tribe: Controls the North. Run by Sarai, the alpha. Made up of totemic wolves.

She palpated the edges of the wound. “So, I’m like you…werewolf—no, lycan? Am I some sort of science experiment?” He became utterly still, giving her a chance to see he wasn’t lying when he said this. “You’re not human. You have to remember this. I don’t know how one of us could ever believe otherwise, even if we lost our memory. Maybe if someone hypnotized you into believing yourself human, I could buy you not remembering. Knowing what you are is as basic as knowing how to walk. We are lycanthropes. Lycans.” No one said anything for several long moments of silence. Even Flynn seemed to have stopped breathing from wherever he stood behind them. Flynn was probably looking at her again. Why did that make him want to punch his brother, whom he trusted with his life? Skepticism laced her tone. “Can I change into a dog or something?” “No. That’s a human urban myth. We do change to become stronger when necessary, like I did in the hangar. In our feral form, we can do many superhuman things, but it’s not an ugly creature covered in hair like in the movies. You almost did the shift at the club. It’s why I distracted you both times. You can’t do that in public.” “You’re lycan, too, Flynn?” she asked. “Does that mean you both got bitten at the same time?” “What?” Flynn shot a shocked glance at Roman. “Bitten? What the actual hell?” “Chill. She’s got no clue,” Roman said in a calm tone. “Of course I’m lycan.” At her skeptical eyebrow raise, Flynn groaned theatrically and rolled his eyes. “It’s genetic, not something like in the movies where a bite will turn you. I was born this way. My parents were 100 percent lycan, as were theirs. And yours. It’s a different species than humans.” She asked, “Why do I believe so strongly I’m a person, that I’m human?” Roman shrugged
“Superspeed healing?” She touched her side.
“The older we get, the more rapidly we heal. That speed means you must be at least fifty, maybe older.” “How old are you?” “A lot older.” “You think I’m fifty? I look maybe early twenties.” She nibbled her lower lip. “How long do you…we live?” Roman shrugged. “Centuries. I don’t know any that died of natural causes.” “What about that spooky guy named Antonio? Is he like us?” Both Roman and Flynn exchanged glances. “You didn’t know what he was?” Flynn asked. Roman said, “He’s a vampire, not exactly a friend of our species.” They had yet to pin down if Antonio was involved with the dealer who peddled black magic artifacts like the vial. But every time they found something deadly like it, he lurked about. “Maybe that’s why I didn’t like him. Probably good I didn’t act on one of the five ways I envisioned he could die.” He was staring at her.
“Yeah, probably smart,” he muttered.

I can't believe I started this early. She's barely two," Gregori said. "I was your friend, you maniac," Mikhail told him. "We got in so much trouble together, and you were always the instigator. Even at two." "Don't believe him," Gregori said.

even I can admit I’m a damn serial killer. I don’t have a heart to give, but I have my existence devoted to you. I’ll protect you with my life, bring you pleasure, keep you safe. It’s what I was born to do, even if love isn’t

even I can admit I’m a damn serial killer. I don’t have a heart to give, but I have my existence devoted to you. I’ll protect you with my life, bring you pleasure, keep you safe. It’s what I was born to do, even if love isn’t something I can give you.

I’d never allow anyone to witness what we shared. Not a fucking touch, not a kiss, and sure as hell not me fucking my mate and breaking her skin. That was for us, only us.

I want to be the only thing you see, think about, hear, and smell. I want to ruin you for everyone and everything but me.

I did not know it then, but I already loved him.

Grunting, I pulled my claws out of the wooden board they had called “home” last night, flexing my stiff fingers, and willed the right side of my body to return to its man form.

Did you ever see your uncle again?” My lips stretched into a wide smile, as I happiness filled me whole.

That's right, hotshot. A woman defeated you. Go to hell thinking about that.

What are you?” Her eyes were wide, her pupils blown. Her mouth was parted as she panted, the adrenaline currently coursing through her veins no doubt igniting her entire body like a livewire, hypersensitive and aware. “The fangs. The blood. The freaky-as-hell, red glowing eyes.

But I knew without a doubt when I fucked this human, when I had her underneath me, her body covered with my bite marks, instinctively I’d destroy her in the best fucking way that happened when soul mates came together. I’d make her crave me as much as I craved her. I’d make her yearn for my touch, beg for my cock, and bare her neck to me so I could drink from her as I slid so deep between her thighs she’d always feel me right there long after I was gone.

Because I wanted to see him again. Sometime in my life—if fate, or destiny, or the will of the gods decreed it—I wanted to see Odhran again.

Vox and Bane. The Angelis and the demon, who, despite having been at each other’s throats during the years of our captivity, were now fighting as one powerhouse unit.

Raising his fist, Hayder knocked on the condo door but didn’t wait for an answer. Being the pride’s beta gave him certain liberties, such as access to all the units in the building— a building owned and managed by, you guessed it, the pride. Slapping his hand on the control panel alongside the door, he waited for the telltale click before turning the handle to open it. In he walked, uninvited, only to stop dead. Almost literally, and with good reason, given a gun wavered in front of his face. Bullets fired point-blank never boded well. However, the weapon wasn’t the most shocking thing he faced. No, that was reserved for the possessive growl of his lion and the unwavering sureness that gobsmacked him when he caught the scent of the gun wielder. A woman. But not just any woman. Mine. Our mate. Uh-oh. Like most shapeshifters, Hayder had heard of the so-called certainty that hit certain couples when they first met. The zing of awareness. The moment of recognition. Or, in his case, the slam and resounding clang of a door on a cell labeled Monogamy. Argh. Not the dreaded M word. A cowardly lion might have run away, but Hayder wasn’t one to fear anything, especially not the short and trembling woman in front of him. Barely reaching his chin with deep brown hair held back in a ponytail, she didn’t possess a fearsome mien. On the contrary, everything about her appeared soft and delicate, from the silky smoothness of her skin and the long lashes framing the biggest brown eyes to her cupid’s-bow lips, pursed and pink. She was also, judging by her scent, a Lycan. Cats and dogs aren’t supposed to mix. But tell that to his lion, who urged him to give her cheek a lick to say hello. Uh, no. Somehow slobbering over a woman, armed with a gun, didn’t seem appropriate. Introductions, though, might help. “Are you Jeoff’s sister?” he asked when she didn’t seem inclined to speak. Nor did she lower her weapon, but he allowed it for the moment. The acrid stink of fear rolled off her and agitated his lion. She fears. Feared him and Hayder didn’t like it one bit. “Who are you? What do you want?” Her words might have proven more forceful if they’d emerged less breathy and high pitched. “I’m Hayder.” He might have said more, like I am the most awesome beta the pride could ever hope for. He could have boasted he was a lion with a mane only slightly less impressive than that of Arik, the alpha king. He might have probably said something witty and flirty too, if she hadn’t almost shot him!

The lake was no longer frozen; the complete stillness of the water was in stark contrast to what she has just seen only moment ago. On the side of the lake Rose could see the four figures still there and her fear returned....

I’ll pass on the shirt. I prefer to wear as little clothes as possible. We Lycans tend to have higher core temperatures than other beings. I’d be happy to prove it to you. I have a thermometer that loves getting shoved into tight places.” She glared at him. He smiled wider. Who would have thought antagonizing a vampire would prove so much fun?