A Lycan Novels & Stories

I could already sense that the creature was stronger than average Lycans. And then my eyes noticed the other footprints, it was bigger and deeper in comparison to size. Skeptically I touched the surface and a gust of harsh wind brushed past me leaving me stunned at my place. My eyes widen ever so slightly. It belonged to an extremely powerful creature.....A Lycan who has royal blood running in his veins. The recognition drew upon me immediately. Kaden Moretti. Only Lycan who could have any reason to come to this was him, Isabelle Morgan Yearwood's so-called Mate whom she might think will save her.

Beside them rose Lycan’Dra, the crown’s domain. If Lycandra was instinct, Lycan’Dra was discipline—white marble cities, obsidian towers, runes spilling silver light across the skyline. Lycans lived here: stronger, faster, sharper than any wolf born beyond their borders. They shifted onto two legs—towering beasts with claws and fangs, minds untouched by frenzy. They were generals, tacticians, rulers. From the High Seat, the Lycan Kings governed both Lycans and wolves, their power descending from the First Shift.

"No, and I'm starting to think it's something really bad. Or I wouldn't have been sold into slavery to you!" “Look, I don't consider you a slave. And I'll explain to you what a Lycan is: Lycans are like a kind of werewolves, but they are much more powerful and, also, they are the only ones capable of using magic. This means that having children with Lycan will guarantee a pure, stronger bloodline with incredible powers!” I couldn't believe it. They were using me to… Hold on! “First question: How can you sure? If I had some kind of power, I wouldn't be blind, would I? Second question; how would we have babies? We're not fated mates - or at least I don't think s

My senses are all doubled and heightened at the presence of my wolf and my members have felt it. I am known to be composed and they seldom felt or saw my wolf and if they did, it overwhelmed them. I am a Lycan and an Alpha. are stronger, fiercer, and bloodthirsty than normal wolves. And the presence of my wolf right now exudes nothing but danger.

He's not happy about this because he became busy with the reunion thing with his daughter and he's not aware that someone barged into our hiding place. " What you mean by that dad?" She asked us. Dad holds her shoulders and explained what are we going to do and where are we going. " Yen, maybe you know about Lycans right? " he asked her. Yen frowned and think for a minute. She's a smart girl so I bet she knew about us. " Ahm, I read it in one of the books in the library. Lycans are a humanoid form of a wolf. They shift during a full moon. " Yennifer replied.

"A lycan." "And that is...?" "A lycan is a hybrid of human and werewolf," I replied but when she didn't react, I decided to expand on my answer a bit. "You must have heard about werewolves in folklore, right?" I asked and she gave me a small nod so I continued. "Well, a lycan is a more evolved version of a werewolf. A lycan in human form doesn't shift entirely into a wolf. We stay on two feet but some of our features turn wolf-like, our senses magnify, and our speed and strength increase."

Its eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity, a deep amber that seemed to hold ancient knowledge. "What in the world..." Elias muttered, his voice trailing off in disbelief. Luna's heart raced as she stared at the towering creature. She had heard tales of the legendary Lycan, a powerful being shrouded in mystery and known for their unwavering loyalty. But she had never expected to come face to face with one. The Lycan's gaze locked onto Alaric's still form, a low, rumbling growl emanating from its chest. It took a step forward, its massive paws leaving deep imprints in the ground.

I grinned as I offered my hand out for her to shake. She giggled but didn’t place her hand in mine which frustrated me slightly. Shit, I needed more of her touch. “So, what’s a Lycan and is the Alpha the same in normal wolf packs?” She questioned. “A Lycan is almost the same as a werewolf… only a Lycan is stronger, has larger teeth, is much taller, has larger muscle mass and can stand up when shifted… and, we are much harder to kill.” “Much harder to kill!?” She interrupted as her mouth dropped open in shock.

Her claws were delicate yet deadly, her eyes glowing with pure silver light. The lunar mark on her forehead continued to shine, casting an ethereal halo around her. She stood perfectly balanced at the edge of the fountain, the water reflecting her majestic form. Shaina’s breath caught in her throat. She took an involuntary step back, hand flying to her mouth. “Liliana…?” Matthias froze completely. His eyes widened in disbelief, golden irises reflecting the silver light. His voice came out hoarse. “You’re… a Lycan. Not just any Lycan. A true one. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.”

She looked down, covering her side profile with her hair. "I know why you killed him that day and I also know how you got injustice in return. You deserved better," he whispered near her ears, his own eyes changing into golden flames. Her violet eyes collided with his golden ones. "Who are y ou?" "Your mate and the Alpha of Nighthowls pack, my cursed Fairy," he smirked.