Lycan Soulmates #4: Lycan Nights [18+]

Chapter 1

Trigger warning; chapter 1 contains a scene that could be triggering for abuse survivors, the scene ends with justice, no actual abuse occurs, however it's suggested that it will. I want to add this disclaimer because I don't want anyone to read it and start to feel sick like it's about to be described or anything like that... instead, quite the opposite happens, the victim is saved before anything starts. Even so, if you don't want to risk any potential triggers, please do not read.

Themes: Overall this is a horror romance with horror erotica, dark fantasy and some gory descriptions etc. 18 + readers only, please.

Chapter 1

Sardonix's POV

My pack and I ride in the night.

I drive with Clypto, while Gamma and Astral drive behind us, Pluto and Comet behind them and Tron and Star last of all.

Four black sedans with tinted windows, so we can make our presence known to every city we visit for our TLT (The Lycan Temple) gatherings.

Being Satantic Priests and Lycans of Hell had a special place in the mortal world.

Fucked up chicks, who needed some exorcising. Or help with sin. We could help with that.

We also ate rot; the worst of the worst, those with rotting, decrepit souls who had lost all humanity. So, we could also take that burden away.

Were we a cult? Yes.

Did we get away with it? Yes.

And what did I love about it the most? Obviously, watching the women kill each other to get to me and my brothers. We didn't lay a finger on them. They were incensed with our young-blood demon souls.

We were intoxicating, to say the least. We evoked delicious lust, and it fed us from what it attracted; slut pups. Our whores. However, none of us had found our mate, our very own 'Lycan Queen' to join the pack.

We were too young. We were sowing our seeds, as they say. So, all our whores were temporary, at least, the members of our church – were certainly temporary.

The cute fairy Cleo was my side-bitch, and the Luna Witches back home liked to have a taste sometimes... however, they were all mated and had their purpose sorted.

Clypto and I talk about our lack of a soulmate now as I drive through back country roads, on our way back to Dire Wolf City.

"...do you ever wonder what kind of mate we'll share one day?" I ask Clypto, my second, smirking to myself as we drive through the Ricochet country-side at a perfect dark and ominous 4am, we were leaving after our event was finished an hour earlier at the Witching Hour.

"Nope," Clypto shrugs one shoulder.

"Why?" I ask, intrigued by his firm response.

"I can't imagine any woman being able to control all of us," Clypto drawls, "No female will match us."

"Me neither, what bitch could?" I laugh sharply, grinning, "Every female we've ever met... they're all good little lap bitches. I guess our young pheromones are still too strong. There is never resistance. No questions. Sometimes I still find it hard to understand that they kill each other just to fuck us first. It's hilarious but... it's getting old."

"Still easy magic," Clypto grins with all his white sharp teeth, "And it'll be easy like this for a couple more centuries, I'm sure..."

"Kind of boring, don't you think?" I murmur as I drive us into an unlit area of the road, but as soon as that happens, a putrid disgusting smell swipes up my nose, "Ah, fuck, what the fuck is that," I pinch my nose shut, and just ahead we both see a red truck pulled off the side of the road in the dark.