Blood Hunter Lycan Novels & Stories

I looked up and I felt the Lycan take a sharp breath before his face contorted in fury as his gaze traveled down my body, that was riddled with numerous cuts and wounds. I was lying naked, bruised, and battered in the hands of a lycan, yet I did not attempt to run away from him. Instead, I nuzzled further and was startled to see his face livid with anger. But, it was not directed at me. I followed his gaze and saw another beast who had skidded to a halt a few feet away from us. He seemed paralyzed in fear and instantly he gave a deep bow. This lycan was shorter and less muscular in comparison but he bowed in supplication.

My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume. When the moon finally slipped behind the shifting clouds, the last of my strength deserted me. A wave of bile surged up my throat, and I fought the urge to vomit. This was the last shred of my humanity, screaming in guilt at what I had done. Deep down, my wolf side relished in every drop of the meal. “We need to leave now." I mumbled into Layla's subconscious mind. “Give me more time," she grunted, snapping a bone and coating the remains with her saliva, as if leaving her mark.

Maggie asked me afraid: “Is it that thing that we still haven’t talked about, isn’t it? That’s what’s making you nervous? Then, say it, Hunter, I’m ready to hear it.” “That morning all you saw was true, it wasn’t a hallucination, something in your head, uncle Ronan, the wolves fighting with those men, that was all true. Those wolves were Adam and me, Maggie. We are lycans, lycanthropes, man wolves, freaks like your father called us, that’s what I am, I can’t lie to you anymore, I can’t pretend you married a normal man, a common human, when that’s not true. We inherit the lycan blood from our parents.” Maggie stopped me in shock:

I say to him and he nods his head. “What about your mate? There is something you need you need to know about him.” I look away. I need to reject him. I can’t be mated to him. He is responsible for my people’s suffering. They are starving. The seas are dying and I need to bring back the balance. “Tell me.” I say and he moves closer to me and raises my chin with his fingers as I gaze into his eyes. “He is Lycan. His bloodline comes directly from Lycaon. He is from the royal bloodline. You kill him, you will condemn your people.” I shake my head. Well, isn’t that just outstanding? Note the sarcasm.

“If you cannot ask me, or do not like the idea of asking me, then ask Rhayden, he is my second. We are after the mated killer and that is it. But if anyone gets in the way of our target, see it as a threat and take it out with extreme prejudice. This vampire has been known to consort with lycan.” A growl went up from the vampire hunters in front of me. They hated lycan. I hated lycan. At least we agreed on one thing. My gaze shifted to Vince again. “Vince, can you work under the leadership of a human? Or should I ring Lord Raynes, and have you hand in your resignation as team leader of this band of hunters?” Vince’s tongue sucked over his teeth, and I could see the anger flare in his eyes ag

"Not all of them. Lucien... I won't lose him." Her laughter was like sharp knife. "Don't worry. He will join you in the afterlife first. I plan on killing him the moment I have the strength. He is a Lycan, after all. Their blood is ancient, stronger than any typical wolf. He’s a trophy I’ve been waiting to claim." "No!" I shouted, the white space around us beginning to vibrate with my anger. "I won't let you."

No blurs or sounds of movement. “Just where I wanted you, little hunter.” A cold, deep voice whispered in my left ear sending shivers down my spine. I turned but there was no one. How is he so fast? Heat swirled within me as I tried to catch my breath. This confirms it. He is a Lycan and I'll be dead if I make a single mistake. “Calm yourself, little hunter. If I wanted your life, I would have taken it. But I crave something sweeter than your death,” the voice spoke again.

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

“I will be going back for now, he might be looking for me. He said we will be going somewhere. Better be there before he gets angry again. Bye Hephe.” “Goodbye, my lad-wait,” “Yes?” “I have one more thing to tell you, my lady.” “That is?” “Humans die after giving birth to a Lycan offspring.” The mere single statement sent me freezing in my spot for some minutes. My world spiraled in front of my own eyes. My body shook as almost half of my energy was sucked away. “W-what do you mean?”

He bowed, then opened the door and walked out. "And if they do mate?" I asked him again as soon as he sat down, not bothering to mask how I was feeling. "Well, a Lycan's bite is lethal. Lycanthropy refers to madness. So she or he will go mad and die. Why are you asking all these questions?" "No reason; I just got curious. I may need to experiment on new ways to kill people who used to get on my nerves when I worked at the hospital." He snorted, "You may get punished though, but first, both of you need to get mated first for you to be able to kill anyone," he whispered suggestively.