Blood Hunter Order Of The Lycan Novels & Stories

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.

The sound of footsteps and voices reached my ears, followed by a command—a supreme order from someone higher up. “Hunters, capture him! Don’t let him escape!” The words rang out as a deafening echo in my rage-fueled haze. I spun around, my beast’s instincts flaring, and I could hear them before I saw them. The pack’s hunters, trained to track and capture rogue Lycans, were closing in. Their scent was sharp, laced with silver-coated weapons meant to bring me down. But they didn’t know what they were dealing with.

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

Blood-magic bindings powerful enough to hold even Lycan strength. Everything necessary to hunt and destroy two golden-eyed hybrids before they can finish transforming into the catastrophic threats that history proves they will inevitably become. The decree is issued formally through Thornhaven's communication networks within hours: hunt the golden-eyed hybrids. Bring proof of death. Accept no excuses for failure. And just like that, both Lior and Lucian become targets with two hundred vampire assassins pursuing them with explicit authorization to kill by any means necessary. The decree is issued: hunt the golden-eyed hybrid.

Now she was on revenge time, moving like a streak between them as she took fatal swings. Each blood spilled was like a fuel for her to keep going, she was in a frenzy, an uncontrollable killing spree. They kept coming in their numbers, piling up on her in an attempt to over power her. A sharp searing pain radiates around her left leg as she has been bit aggressively by one of the Lycans.

His eyes were fixed on his assassin Alpha and his beta, he knew that it would be his part to become Alpha considering that Knox had no heir or family. “Who?” “The Lycan, his name is Alpha Alaric, and you can check for proof that I wouldn’t do it.” Alessandro said. His eyes were fixed on the assassins that cornered the grounds, and I took a deep breath, knowing that things were going to be exhausting on Aurora if she held onto the barrier for a long while. “We are in a war against the hunters…” “We always have been.” He said, stopping Alessandro. “Only this time we have the Lycan and one of the rogue packs. Lucius.” I said, looking at Ryker who frowned.

He knitted his brows watching Mason walk out of the bookshop knowing where the hunter was headed. Up the hill to haunt down the Lycan who murdered his daughter Matilda his brother, Lucifer who he presumed at the moment was still asleep. Mason Salvador was one of the best Lycan hunters in existence with an astonishing over two hundred kill count to his name. He had witnessed firsthand how crafty the Lycan hunter was in their previous encounters. At the moment getting to Lucifer before Mason was his priority.

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 bullet dries off the blood of a Lycan in madness, it was specifically made for a Lycan who ends up falling into madness and resisting restraints. It eats up the very being of the beast from the inside as long as the bullet is in his body, a mixture of silver bullet, Wolfsbane and the Lycan poisonous blood. That explains the shredding of the piece of cloth in Stephen’s hand. He must have struggled to remove the bullet in his chest. A finality settles over them. The search is over. There is nothing left to find. Stephen is the first to speak. His voice is quiet but firm. “We return to the pack.”