Bloodborne Lycanthrope Novels & Stories

I bathed in their blood, I enjoyed watching life leaving their eyes. A loud boom interrupted me and I turned in time to see my father, the current and strongest lycan, clashing with the ancient demon. “Woah.” A blinding light exploded when they clashed together. A terrifying and bone-chilling aura exploded around us and it affected the weaker beings. It was a matter of life and death, but really, when will you ever watch a thousand year-old creature fighting a lycan king? A vampire thought it was smart to sneak up on me, thinking I wasn't paying attention. He realized it wasn't when I stabbed his throat with my dagger and his blood splashed on my face.

The most powerful lycan in the realm was lying in a pool of his own blood in Nala's living room and he wasn't moving. I pressed myself against the wall and drew my knees up, trying to make myself as small as possible. And then he coughed. The whole room went still and silent, every person holding their breath like they were afraid to break whatever fragile thread was keeping him alive. Blood bubbled up from his mouth and spilled down his chin, and he coughed again, a wet rattling sound that made my stomach turn. His eyes fluttered. I watched from across the room as his face scrunched up, as his eyes cracked open the barest amount to the slivers of amber beneath his lashes.

the seer stated briefly. Ronnie got even more confused, "Beyond the woods? One? We are all here, John. What exactly do you mean?" "The moon goddess is ready to watch a romance adventure, why ruin it with your persistence, Alpha? All you need to know is that Krisen needs the one beyond the woods to become Lycan, he was never destined for Alpha." The seer began to laugh in his cringing tone again. Ronnie furrowed his brows deeply, trying to make sense of what he just heard. "But the last Lycan lived centuries ago. That is if the stories were even real," he scoffed.

If anyone got closer, they would definitely smell the strong scent leaking out from under the door. Matthias moved fast. He reached the door and yanked it open, ready to block whoever was coming. To his surprise, it was a janitor, a man he had never seen before. The janitor carried a new scent, clearly not from the Redborne pack. The man bowed his head with polite respect. “Greetings, Lycan. I am Ben from the Blacklore pack. I just started today. Miss Paloma explicitly told me to assist you.” There it was again, the title “Lycan.” Matthias frowned, suspicion twisting in his gut at the perfect timing. But he shrugged it off. Maybe Paloma really was trying to help after what they had done.

Bright red, staining his palm and fingers. For an instant, he just stared at his own hand, the blood shining under the corridor lights. Another cough. More blood. Little, but blood. “The bond.” The Lycan growled, not out of anger, but out of understanding. “It’s trying to sustain both. What hits her is crossing over.”

I begin but he silences me with a look. Axel produces a syringe from his bag and draws a thumbs worth of Ryker’s blood. I stare at it. It looks exactly like mine, there’s no discernible difference, and yet I know it contains Lycan genes, while mine contains nothing but duff ones. Ones so shameful even my own father hid me away. I shut my eyes and a flash of it, of all the blood splattered on the ground, splattered from my mother’s throat, appears as if I’m right back there and I jerk, just as the needle goes in.

The one that used to melt me. The Elder raised the ceremonial dagger and the crowd hushed. “It is time,” he declared, “for the future Alpha to claim his Luna.” My pulse pounded as I stepped forward. Ready. waiting to hear my name. But... “Vivienne Blackwell.” For a second, I thought I’d misheard. The crowd gasped. I froze. In fact, my world froze and tilted. Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life.

His voice cracked with emotion as he shouted, his words laden with pain, "Don't come closer to me!" Ryle's voice trembled as he uttered the words, his voice barely a whisper amidst his tears, "I... don't... have... Lycan... blood... in me?" The realization pierced his heart, leaving him feeling as if his very essence had been stripped away. The truth continued to unravel before him, each revelation more devastating than the last. Ryle's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and despair as he questioned his origins, "I am... born... out of... wedlock?" The weight of those words settled heavily upon his young shoulders, understanding the societal implications they held.

Scrunching up my nose, I look around the room, wondering why I couldn't sense any heartbeat. My eyes move from the pool of blood soaking the floor to its source. On the ground lies a dead body of a woman, put in a position that tells me she had fought for her life til her last dying breath. The expression on her face is gruesome. She looked like she had died a miserable death, and fresh tears escaped her eyes even as she breathed her last breath. Moving closer, I stopped recognizing the girl. She's the Alpha's daughter. I look up instantly, hearing soft growling inches away from the girl. Only for my eyes to widen when they land on a pair of familiar eyes. They're blood red. And there's ni m

Sawyer swiftly moved, ripping out the beta’s heart as blood fell from his mouth as the wife burst out crying. “No! No!” she cried while Kai tried to attack me. He stood no chance with me. “Please” Rhiannon cried to me as Rodrigo glared at me, trying to shift as well, but we had collars around their necks that had needles with wolfsbane. “Tell me where your alpha is and I will let them live,” I growled at Luna as she whimpered loudly. “Go fuck yourself!” She said through gritted teeth and Sawyer went for the wife to the beta, ripping out her heart before lifting the Luna off the ground.