Blood Hunter Lycan Build Novels & Stories

And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me. Lycans were a very rare and dangerous breed but where I was from we were used to them ever since the alliance my father made with them. Our pack, the Silvermist pack had a war going on and that war that happened earlier was one of them. There were two Lycan groups: The blue Lycan and Red Lycan. My father thought it would be great if they formed an alliance with the Blue Lycan to defeat the Red because they were always trespassing in our Pack and would sometimes Rob the sellers at the markets which was what pissed my father off but sadly the blue Lycans never came they betrayed us.

His glassy blue eyes were blazing red right now, with bloodlust. He grabbed Wright away from Evelyn throwing him off across the restroom. Without giving him a breathing space, Zayn pounced on him, landing heavy punches on him. Wright's eyes turned red, his canines grew longer as he tried to transform into his Lycan form, but Zayn punched him out of it and he continued punching Wright untill the ground beneath them was almost bathed in his blood. “Stop Zayn! You're going to kill him!” Evelyn begged. Just how strong was he. He didn't even have to transform, yet he could beat up an alpha to the point of scaring his wolf off, making them unable to transform.

Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life. “No…” I whispered, but my voice was overshadowed by the happy claps from the pack members. At that moment, I began hearing whispers— I swear I could feel fingers pointing at me. Someone in the crowd whispered, “But Ariana is his mate.” Another voice followed, sharp and pitiful, “Guess she wasn’t enough.” “Politics,” a man muttered. “Lucien Blackwell owns half the Council. The boy made a smart move by choosing his daughter.” My heart cracked. Every word sliced deepe

Is there something wrong? He asks unable to keep the worry from his voice and I, very briefly, actually entertain the fact that if something is wrong I will miscarry. Lycans do not carry imperfect offspring, if their foetus has the slightest thing wrong with it, then the female will sponataneously abort the pregnancy. Lycans are top of the apex predator chain, any imperfect offspring would never survive in our world, it is natures way of ensuring the purity of our bloodline. Lycans are rare creatures and we have no choice, we are genetically programmed this way.

“You’ve doomed us all.” The Hunter ignored him. Instead, he reached behind his back and slowly drew forth a weapon. A spear. Forged entirely of black metal veined with silver. Its blade pulsed with unnatural energy. The moment Aurelia saw it, agony ripped through her veins. She staggered. Lucian caught her instantly. “What is it?” The Hunter smiled. “This,” he said softly, lifting the spear, “was forged from the bones of the first royal Lycan.” His dead eyes gleamed.

Orina said, voice shaking under Liliana’s Lycan authority. “I am Giorge. A warrior from the Hardtooth pack. The blood I shed during the Western Fallout left me unstable. Hence, I went berserk and got thrown here,” Giorge added, his face heavy with self-disappointment. Liliana looked at them steadily. “Do you want to be my followers? Loyalty is all I need. But I won’t let my people waste away. You’ve experienced what I can do firsthand. I can soothe your berserk states, and I am a perfect Lycan. Young I may be, but my path is already laid out with thorns.”

They’d died off hundreds of years ago, long before I was even born. But I kept that part to myself, curious to see where this was going. He said I wasn’t a prisoner here—maybe I could use his obvious ignorance to my advantage. “What do you want from me?” I asked coolly rather than answering his question. “My people need strength. We need numbers. And we need blood that can give us an edge over the packs that hunt us. Your blood can do that. Your children can do that.” “Children,” I said flatly. “Lycan children are powerful, but they’re rare.” He gestured to me. “I’m sure you know that already, of course, being one yourself.”

"He can come if he wants, but he will not make it too far." My face turns red with fury. I want to fight back, to defend myself and shut him up, but my useless body is detaining me from doing so. His man has ruined my life and all I can do is listen to him savor it. "Soon enough you will give birth and commence the beginning of my pack. The first pack of Lycans in decades," he breathes in, drunk with power. "It may take years, but I will eventually be the strongest leader alive."

Every Lycan and wolf was out here now anyway, prepared to defend their pack and their homes. Throwing myself into it, I shift but quickly lose track of Tala, only spotting her now and again. The silver burned my flesh but it didn’t stop me ripping apart human after human. More continued to come out of the woods, like they had been watching us for days. The humans set things on fire, trying to burn our homes, someone screams something about the baby and I realise that they knew of Hunter. Sending me into a rage my claws grab the nearest human and I tear him in half. There was no way any of these humans would touch my son.

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.