Blood Hunter Lycan Novels & Stories

He felt good repeating the insult, and this time, Cavil tried to calm himself down. "I am not a bastard. I am Cavil Voss of the BloodClaw Pack and an heir to the Royal House of the Lycans' throne. I am a Lycan, the first of his existence in 200 years since the Lycans’ extinction," Cavil said loudly, his eyes glinting with pride—a coping mechanism for his boiling anger.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

Only the black bone dagger could be used against non-human beings. "What do you mean by claiming to be a Lycan in front of that monster? You're clearly a werewolf." "Jonea… please. You must have misunderstood. It's not what you think." Hunter's face turned pale with pain. "You… must have mistaken me for someone else, Sir! I do not know you!" I retorted firmly to get rid of Hunter. There was a surprise in Hunter's dimmed eyes. "Jonea… please!" He reached out and tried to grab me. At that moment, someone hugged me tightly from behind. I turned to him.

Hunter stated. “Lycans are allergic to silver,” Ned explained. “A solid silver bullet would be more painful and harder to heal from, but no guarantee of death. At least, not any more than any other bullet would be for a human. But mercury… it wouldn’t take much in the bloodstream to cause serious damage. A single bullet could fully incapacitate a lycan.” “Hunter, I need you on top of this,” I ordered. “This is your new priority.” “No,” Jaden argued. “He needs to get out of there. This is far too much of a risk.”

“And you can be really irritating! And you are worse when you haven’t killed anyone.” “Think of it as keeping me sane. It’s getting harder and harder for me to be who I am. I’m a Hunter, you know that. I used to go out and kill nightly. Being here, around Madison, you and even Mallory is making it almost impossible to be the man I was raised to be.” "See, not all Lycans are assholes." He smiles at my comment “That’s why you want to go after Cooper? You need to kill?” He nods. “I need blood shed. Hunter’s thrive on it.”

His voice was a low growl filled with contempt. "Damned coward, you came during the blood moon when Lycan power is stronger and ours is weaker!" Lyra spat in his face with hatred, watching him smile maliciously. "What do you want from me?" "You, witch, will give me the most powerful offspring of all time, as foretold in the prophecy of Nocturnus." Hunter snarled, his voice echoing like thunder. He lightly sliced Lyra’s face with his sharp claws, leaving a trail of blood. "You will give me a child of ancient magic and Lycan blood, the key to freeing our great God!"

I said. "He needed leverage. He needed power that didn't depend on a title or a bloodline accepting him. So he started harvesting it." The man looked uncomfortable now. "That's what the Dark Hunters actually do. It's not just hunting. It's extraction. He believed lycan abilities could be transferred if the process was right. He's been experimenting for years." I didn't let my expression change but I was furious. I was absolutely furious sitting in that chair listening to this man explain what Richard had been doing in calm straightforward terms like it was just information.

I followed her, the beast within me clawing for freedom, craving blood. For every Hunter that fell, two more took their place. The air was thick with silver dust — poison for our kind. But Akira didn’t hesitate. I saw her stumble once, the toxin grazing her cheek, and my heart nearly seized. I tore through the enemy lines to reach her, my claws glowing faintly blue, the Lycan form fighting to take over. When I got to her, she was already soaked in blood — theirs, not hers. Our eyes locked amid the chaos.

Hunters. Born of desperation and blood. Not truly Lycan and not human but something in-between, they were abominations in every sense of the word. His hands trembled at his sides, though not from the cold. He crouched lower, gaze locked on the blood-stained snow as a memory clawed to the surface. No. Not now.

One of his warriors opened the door for him as they took the dishes. "Lock it securely from the outside and double the guards. The Luna is a Lycan," I heard Hunter say. The warrior glanced at me and chuckled, but she's so tiny." I raised my hand and shifted it and the asshole swallowed uncomfortably. The door soon shut and I could hear all the locks clicking.