He is the King of Lycanthropes- unconquerable, powerful, principled.
She is a mere human- young, radiant, compassionate.
Without her, he will succumb to the beast within.
Lycans mate forever. The bond they share with their predestined partner is unbreakable. They thank Selene, their Goddess, for the gift of soulmates. But with every gift, there is also a curse. If a Lycan roams the Earth for more than a century, and never encounters their mate, they succumb to their carnal, feral, and animalistic tendencies. They become more wolf than man.
King Adlaric Romanov has spent centuries protecting his species and shielding their existence from humans. He has loved his Kingdom and brought them to prosperity, and while he is proud of such accomplishments, he's devastated having never found his mate. As the years come and go, his sanity threatens to break.
After 300 years of merely existing, he realizes the person he's becoming is more animal than man, and now he must sacrifice himself in order to preserve his flourishing empire.
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Started Feb, 2019
COMPLETE
1 in Alpha 6/18/19
1 in AlphaKing 6/4/19
1 in Possessive 6/8/19
15 in love 6/14/19
1 in mates 6/19/19
3 in werewolf 6/20/19
1 in BWWM 6/15/19
1 in supernatural 6/18/19
1 in war 6/22/9
1 in hot 6/6/19
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The world has gotten boring to him after living for many centuries, through many generations.
He thought of it as a curse. His gift was anything but a gift, in his opinion.
He loved killing people. He always has. He enjoyed seeing the life being drained out of them, quite literally.
He always drank every last drop of their life essence, he didn't have mercy.
Though he was the king there was something he could never have unlike others of his kind. A soulmate.
He hadn't been turned or born from vampire parents. No, he was born a monster from human parents. The first of his kind.
Why he was born like it, he didn't know. He didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted to die already, since he had no mate to look forward to. He lived because he couldn't die, at least not physically. He had no reason to live, but many reasons to die and even though he tried many times by many methods, none of them suceeded.
He staked himself, on multiple occasions. It felt like a needle piercing his skin.
He hung himself. He didn't die, but he hung there, very much conscious.
He went on the gillotine. It made his body dissapear and reappear in the same spot he was born in.
He took his heart out. He grew one back.
He bled out. His blood regenerated.
He used silver stakes. They burned his flesh.
He overdosed. It did nothing since drugs, alcohol and other dangerous things do absolutely nothing to him, except get him under the influence to a certain level.
But none of them filled the emptiness in his heart. He just needed her. But all he got were unimportant girls he used and forgot about. He never felt anything for them.
He couldn't.
But then on that day while he was walking around a small town's forest, he felt the emptiness slowly being filled up a bit.
He stood there in shock. He couldn't believe it. He almost cried of happiness, right then and there.
He had her. He had a mate. His mate. His one and only mate.
His Queen.