Novel & Cerita Blood Hunter Order Of The Lycan

Just rested his hand on the cover, as it might bite. “What you know about the Hunters,” he said, “is a lie shaped to keep power contained.” I leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Try me.” “There were once four great lycan bloodlines,” Rufus said. “Ice. Fire. Air. Earth. Real forces bound into living flesh.” My pulse picked up. “The Hunters,” he continued, “were the Earthen Wolves. Grounded. Steady. They held the balance when the others burned too bright.” “And they lost it,” I said slowly.

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.

he voiced as he flew towards the battlefield. As he arrived, he paused at a distance and gaped at the scene before him. Beth had completely transformed into an ancient Lycan with black fur that blended with the night sky. Her eyes glowed red from rage, and on her forehead and at her back appeared a new insignia with a crescent moon dripping blood—a mark that dictates the power of the ancient race as true hunters of the night.

“You knocked up a Queen and turned genocide into prenatal care.” The hunters bristled. The herald’s eyes hardened. “Mind your tongue.” “Or what?” I asked. “You’ll call me a threat to a fetus?” That one landed. Hard. A murmur surged again—this one darker. The herald straightened. “Lycan blood is superior,” he said. “That is not opinion. It is survival. The heir will not grow in a world that refuses hierarchy.” I felt the sun flare under my ribs. The moon wrapped tight around it.

Ryan asked, trying to keep up a defiant face but I could see that he was going weak. Interesting!!! "Hmmm, why do you have so many prisoners?." The man questioned again, staring at the vastness of the dungeon. "You haven't answered my god damned question!!." Ryan scowled and the man looked at him for a few seconds before heaving a sigh. " That should tell you that they are nonsensical and irrelevant questions that aren't worthy of an answer but nonetheless if you want to know... I'll tell you. I'm Lycan King Kye Blackwood, leader of the lycanthropy. " He said and a gasp escaped Ryan's lips while I just giggled in ecstasy.

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.

If he continued to follow me, I planned to teach him a lesson. When I got home, I checked the bats that were set up around me again. Recently, I felt that New York was a bit unstable, and even the Lycans, who were relatively reclusive, were out in full force. I couldn't help but feel like something big was going to happen. I expanded the scope of the security alert, ate something just to fill my stomach before lying in bed, and quickly falling asleep. I was just too tired after today. Blood Hunters were physically much stronger than humans, but their basic physiological structure was not too different from them. It was the same with both the neurological and mental levels too.

“The Order. I’ll instigate the Oracle Order on her. Once the bond isn’t psychological there, that wretched mark will fade…” I snickered running a hand through my hair, “You’ve gone rusty, old friend. A Lycanblood isn’t under any jurisdiction by law or nature but that of her spouse and King.” “Lycanblood…How could you?!” He muttered, his horror framing his waning composure. His ragged breathing had him glaring at his King with bloodshot eyes. He took long to notice. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

he asked, his voice sounding all too eager to serve. Dorian, the gamma, came from an original pureblood lycan protector clan. They were lycans but they were simply born to protect those of the royal family. Legend says they were part of the moon Goddesses army before she left earth, it was the widely accepted history. I didn’t believe nor deny that because I’ve trained alongside him, I’ve fought with other protectors from other wolf families and I’ve felt their strength. There was some truth to that tale. “Nothing much, I just need your warriors for a moment.” I announced. As though they could hear me, I was confident a lot of them were eavesdropping and they didn’t even try to hide it.

“This… this is a part of your story, Amelia. A story that even I didn’t fully understand.” I felt Levi’s hand on my shoulder, steadying me as I tried to process what he was saying. “What do you mean?” I managed, my voice trembling. Alpha Cedric leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant, as though he were being transported back to a time long ago. “I was on patrol, years ago, when I encountered a woman… She was running, terrified and covered in blood. She carried a child—a baby girl, wrapped in a red cloth with an emblem sewn into it. The emblem of the Red Lycan Family.”