Blood Hunter Lycan Novels & Stories

“Look. They’re different monsters.” Everyone stared intently. Scott narrowed his eyes. Yes, they looked different. Lyall's Lycan was larger and had a mix of gray and black fur, while the Lycan in Scott's memory was jet black. "Carl, are there really other Lycans besides Lyall?" Darius asked. "I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it."

I glanced toward the door, half expecting Lucien to walk in at any moment. Finally, the phone buzzed. Ryan: I knew this moment would come. Ryan: And I knew you wouldn’t like the answer. My grip tightened on the phone. Ryan: I’m not an ordinary human, Aria. Ryan: I’m a hunter. The word hit me like a slap. Hunter. My breath caught. Ryan: I hunt creatures like Lucien. Ryan: Rogue werewolves. Dark Alphas. Monsters hiding behind charm and power. My chest burned. You hate werewolves, I typed.

"I want to know more about the territories of the hives. Where do the major houses reside and how do they choose their hunters?" Luke spoke up, "The hunters are chosen by strength. They are often called to fight rogue Lycans or human hunters." I frowned, "What makes a Lycan go rogue?" Roman sighed, "It can be a number of things. They can get a blood thirst where they become addicted to killing humans. They can be Lycans that make the change without anyone there to help them through. Or they can be Lycans that have been poisoned." I felt slightly sick, "Are you saying that if Anna and I hadn't been found, we would have turned into mindless killers that you would have destroyed?"

He stepped closer; the knife hovering just inches from my skin. “You’ll break,” he said softly. “They always do.” “Try me,” I whispered. “I don’t fear you.” “Oh dear, you should,” he responded. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he would go through with it. But then he lowered the knife with frustration written on his face. He was shocked at how I handled all his threats. He expected me to be begging, but I wasn’t Lyra. Lyra was unaware of the extent of strength apart from the Alpha blood that runs in her vein, there was more to her bloodline. Most wolves can’t take over the human form without transforming into a full wolf except the Lycans.

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Theo's arms, my entire body humming with the newly formed bond between us. My fingers trembled slightly against his chest, but I felt a warmth spreading through me, an expanding heat that wasn't quite confidence – more like inevitability. Two days ago, I'd been simply Emma Maxwell, gamma of the Blood Moon Pack with an Alpha wolf I kept carefully hidden. Now I was mate to the Lycan King, and nothing would ever be the same again.

My heart cracked right down the middle. Moments later, Dave burst back in with a group of people. Among them was a towering man with a thick, untamed beard, Healer Cruz. "What happened here?" Cruz dropped beside us, his rough fingers finding Nolan's pulse without hesitation. Nolan's voice came out hoarse and strained. "The Hunter... he got close. Too close to the forest." Cruz's face darkened. "That's bad news, Lycan." He exhaled heavily and signaled to the others to help tend to Nolan's wounds.

"You have exactly three seconds to explain why you just put your filthy hands on her, or Prince Adriel will tear you into dog meat." Ian raises a single, tense finger and points toward the front entrance. Through the dust and shattered glass, Adriel steps into the shop. He is fully shifted into his Lycan form - a massive, towering wall of midnight fur, claws dripping with dark adrenaline, and eyes glowing a lethal, predatory gold. But he isn't alone. Walking right beside him is another hunter clad in full black tactical gear, the distinct, silver "H" insignia stamped across the chest plate. The second hunter looks at the man holding the gun and shakes her head in pure disgust, lifting her ha

I sip my drink, licking my lips. “I do have questions. Why do you look like the elegant version of my mom? You look exactly like her and act like her,” I said. She smiled, relaxing her back. “She is my descendant,” she said. “Huh?” I asked, confused. “You and your mother are my descendants,” she said. “How is that possible?” I asked. She sighed. “My mother, Aurora, was a Lycan, as was my father. I am a full-blooded Lycan, and so is my mate. Over the generations, my blood has mixed with other supernaturals, humans, and wolves,” she said.

I can tell he is fighting his Lycan, Curtis, as his eyes keep flashing, but he is keeping his head down so that the hunter talking to him doesn’t see them. I give one sharp whistle and his eyes snap up to mine; I nod, letting him know that I have her and a big smirk spreads across his face as he then lifts it to look at the hunter next to him fully in the eyes, only this time his eyes are bright gold. Just as the hunter realises what he is and steps back but Charles mixed with Curtis is quicker. He grabs him by the head and twists, snapping his neck and letting him fall to the ground.

“It was another male’s blood. Someone else is injured, though it was faint.” Lycans have a bloodlust similar to Vampires. I know because Dylan and Ace have needed to drink blood ever since their Lycan sides awakened. Damien tries to hide it, but I told him he can keep blood bags in the refrigerator. This bloodlust allows him to have even more refined abilities to smell the differences in blood. “I haven’t smelled Juliette, not until we opened these doors,” I reply. “She was held here, but the darkness is thick, almost unnatural.”