Blood Hunter Lycan Novels & Stories

Her support was like a balm on my wounded heart. When she finally let go, Bea stepped back, studying me. “You seem… different,” she murmured, tilting her head. “There’s something about you that’s… stronger. Brighter.” I glanced at Grey and Blue, both of whom nodded encouragingly. It was time to tell the truth, or at least as much of it as I understood. “A lot has changed since I left,” I admitted. “I found out that… I’m not just a werewolf. I’m a Lycan.”

She didn’t need to. She lifted two fingers. “Speak.” The silence cracked. One maid swallowed hard, voice trembling. “M-My Lady… something terrible has happened.” Scarlet’s heart beat once. Hard. “What,” she asked, flat and controlled, “happened.” The maid exchanged a look with the others, then blurted out, “A hunter…one of the outer woods patrol, he found the Lycan.” The word Lycan rippled through the room like thunder.

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

He was lucky that he was able to kill four Lycans, but now it was time to fight them one on one or one on two, three, or four. Two Lycans were coming his way he zoned in on his years of training. A Lycan charged him, he leaped into the air, kicked the Lycan in the face, but was tackled to the ground by the second Lycan. He was dazed, when he was able to focus he saw the Lycan’s claws raised ready to strike. Right before the Lycan could strike, the top of his head was blown off, Hunter turned his head avoiding brain matter. He looked over and saw his Luna, with her shotgun pointed in his direction, before aiming it at another Lycan and fired. The Alpha and Luna looked majestic as they rode in

I gulped nervously. “Hunter is special. I mean, very special to this kingdom. Hunter is the first Lycan male born from two royals. Both his parents were royalty, making his blood stronger than those who were just born before him that only had one royal Lycan as a parent. So you could only imagine before just how anticipated his birth was.” Carolina stated and all I could do was listen intently and nod my head.

Hunter stated distractedly. “Full blooded Lycans are real, but over the centuries our bloodline has become tainted. If you really are the child of Selene and her mate, then you would be a pure blood.” Sebastian rationalized. “But what about Alexia? She is my wolf.” “Even pure breed Lycans have a wolf spirit.” Hunter interjected.

“The angel of course. She belongs to me.” “I belong to no one,” I growl out. Hunter stands between me and Tristan and begins shifting. I stare wide eyed as Hunter grows to stand about eight feet tall. His hands turn into claws, but he looks like something between a human and a monster. Lycans look nothing like wolves. He is extremely muscle and stands like a human but he has fur everywhere like a wolf and even a tail. I am fascinated though somewhat terrified. “Not even you will stand in my way lycan,” Tristan says calmly, though I can see the fear in his eyes as several lycans appear.

King Torvald said, snapping out of his shock. “What happened here?” Shysie asked. “Your guess is as good as mine,” King Torvald said. “Do you think everyone is dead?” Paris asked. “No, I saw some species fled but the Royal Lycan brothers are back, with Jessica,” King Torvald said, walking towards his room. “I didn’t notice any hunter kids in the chapel,” Shysie said, wondering about them. “They are safe, hiding under a spell in the Vampire wing,” King Torvald said. No one knew this but all the hunters are descendants of his DNA as his DNA was used to create the first hunters in 1900 with the first successful birth of a hunter in 1917.

“Hunter’s birthday is coming up soon.” I just nodded, not saying anything. There was no need to go into detail about how much this man managed to frighten me. It wasn’t bad, not by a long shot. Perhaps it was his overwhelming and regal demeanor. He always seemed to be able to see right through you, as if he knew all your secrets. He looked exactly like Hunter, except his eyes were a pale blue. Similar to the sky before a storm. “As you are aware, it is only when a lycanthrope reaches puberty that he can sense the presence of his mate.”

“We shall see how it turns out.” “Fine.” Without glancing at him a second time, I walked out and began my search for the Lycan. I might seem foolish considering this even after Kaelen’s warnings, but I really am desperate to not consciously taint my hands with the Lycan’s blood. And since this rut option provides the opportunity to evade it to some extent, I won’t shy away from it.