Blood Hunter Lycan Novels & Stories

I watch, wide eyed as they come into the moonlight, fear paralyzing me to the spot. The light finally illuminates their leader and I suck in a terrified breath as I stare up at the monstrosity before me. Standing over eight feet tall in Lycan form, he spots glowing green eyes and muscles built like a goddamn tank. I do not need anyone to tell me that these are the Luna Hunters from Blood Moon Creek. They look like they’re out for blood…my blood.

Probably even create a new type. "How many times has he done this?" I ask, drinking a little from the glass. "Disappearing like this? What did you mean by over the edge?" "On those days when we let the darkness take over, when we go on a murderous rampage, it's not something a cozy bed and a hot bath can fix. Sinclair's Lycan has an insatiable thirst for blood. When he succumbs to it, it's a battle to reclaim his sanity. He won't come back to you until he's certain he won't tear you apart if you snuck up on him."

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.

Then reaches into her pouch and hands him the last vial. He pops the cork without blinking and downs it in one go. He doesn’t even grimace. But his eyes flare. Briefly. Then he looks up at the sky. Dark. Still wrong. “Get ready,” he says to them both. “I’m going to find Arwan.” Bianca’s eyes widen. “You can’t go alone.” “Who said I was going alone?” he replies, already shifting. His bones crack. Muscles tear and rebuild. The Lycan takes over fast, massive and silver-furred, eyes like molten steel.

The wood creaked under him, the surface immediately slick with blood. I pushed his hair from his forehead. His skin was burning and cold at once, as if fever and frost were warring inside him. His pulse fluttered weakly against my fingertips, barely a tremor beneath the ruin of his chest and side. Gouges crossed from shoulder to stomach, so deep I could see beneath the torn flesh. No ordinary wolf could’ve survived this long. Only an Alpha, and even then, barely. But Damon was more than an Alpha, he was the Lycan King.

The collision of their worlds loomed before her, leaving Isabella grappling with an overwhelming mix of emotions. Adam stepped out of his car, his eyes widening in shock as they fell upon Giovanni, who seemed equally stunned. Their faces drained of color, their hands clenched tightly as they locked eyes, a tense silence settling between them. In that moment, the weight of their shared bloodline and the complexities of their intertwined destinies became all too clear. With a dawning realization, Adam understood that Isabella had married Giovanni—his own stepbrother. The revelation hit him like a bolt of lightning. Not only was Giovanni a Lycan, just like Adam, but he also held authority over

Successfully, the big man's body lands on the ground beside Hunter with a thud, and Hunter rises, patting away sand from his body and hair. He looks untidy with blood rushing out of his disfigured nose. With a practiced fist, he arranges his nose, letting out a snarl at the pain. That's one advantage my stepbrothers have as Lycans. Seeing him wounded and bloody melts something inside me. Why did he have to go through all that trouble just for me? I don't understand Hunter at all. One minute, he's hating on me and calling me a witch, the next minute, he's fighting his ally because of me?

"They are Lycan, but they also feed on blood just like the vamps." My eyebrows knit together as I lean back in my seat, watching as Talon smokes his cigarette and talks. He is bluffing. The bloodsuckers that live on the Eastern coast, the vampires. How can there be Lycans who suck blood? And what does that have to do with me? It’s not what I’m thinking. It is certainly not. Talon seems to notice my inner turmoil as he speaks again. "That’s the kind of Lycan your husband is. A moon Lykae, the only one of his kind." My heart does a double flip, and not in a good way.

Ignoring the way my back protested, I propped myself up and leaned back against the pillows. “Hi, dear.” Her voice was calm and gentle. She looked like she was in her mid to late forties but she had to be older than that. You couldn’t tell lycans by their appearance. Yet, another advantage they have over wolves. They didn’t age and could live for more than five centuries, especially when they had royal blood.

This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me, sharpening my senses and heightening my awareness. My injured arm throbbed, a constant reminder of my vulnerability, but I refused to let it deter me. I positioned myself protectively in front of her, shielding her from the approaching threat, my eyes locked onto the crimson-eyed Lycan.