Bloodborne Lycanthrope Novels & Stories

The pack members were already close, and I could feel Donatello’s mind link as he gave me the hint that they were almost there. “You have three seconds to back out of this before I turn this pack into a bloodbath that I know you don’t want to afford, and believe me, the last thing that you are going to want is to have me as an enemy right now.” I said, looking at Marcus, choosing to give him my warning. The man didn’t know that he couldn’t burn a Lycan with fire, at least, not as easily as he could do to a normal wolf. Injuries won’t be escaped, that is a fact, but they won’t be as lethal as he thinks or wants them to be. It was one of the reasons why we were and will be stronger than they e

Shadows slithered like smoke, and the walls pulsed faintly, alive with something ancient. At the far end, on a throne carved of obsidian and human bones, a demon stirred. His eyes burned like twin suns in a pit of flame. “This,” Lyra whispered, her light the only thing keeping the dark at bay, “is where it all began.” Ryker’s breath misted in the cold air. “Where what began?” “The first Lycan,” she said. “The blood that runs through our veins was not born in the North. It was born here — in the Mayan underworld.”

The humans wondered and later the church researchers, with Mary Van Helsing's help, kidnapped and studied the body of a Lycan cub. Lycan's claws are not like those of common wolves; after birth the claws are no longer soft and begin to be coated by a substance similar to silver. Somehow, that silver substance doesn't harm the owner, however, it is even more lethal on other wolves than the silver used by the humans. Occisor raises his transformed hand in order to sink it into his companion's skull, however, he can't continue. Stopping halfway, his pupils dilate and tremble and a mixture of anger, fear and hatred overflow him all at once.

Her sleepless nights were spent cross-referencing obscure medical journals with historical pack records Dante provided, finding correlations no one had thought to look for. She began to see lycanthropy not as a curse or a blessing, but as a brilliant, brutal piece of biological engineering. She mapped expressions of the Lycan virus like constellations, predicting manifestations of strength, healing, and even the rare, recessive traits like heightened sensory perception or control over shift.

As I read over the various numbers and data lines, I realized very quickly that I hardly understood any of it. "What does any of this mean?" I asked. It wasn't just the statistics that I didn't understand, I couldn't comprehend the entire situation. I'm not a Lycanthrope, I'm not a Lycanthrope, I kept repeating in my head. The doctor walked over and began to point to various horizontal columns on the chart. "We did a blood panel," he told me. "We can determine Lycanthropy by reading the levels of hemoglobin, platelets, WBC, and various other things. Because Lycans have the ability to regenerate body tissue rapidly as a way to heal quicker, your white blood cell count is a very good indicator

but a greater evil was cast upon them by jealousy and hate and their world fall into the abyss of ruin, the only hope was the prophecy which the supernatural creatures had no belief in. The two were rapt in reading the note on the paperback that they were surprised it ended that way. "What's this?" Arianna asked turning the pages upside down without seeing anything like it. "Who wrote a different story on another story?" Arianna was the more puzzle one. "But I remember something about Lycans, they are very aggressive and protective of their mate, and they could live for thousands of years," Arianna said. Khloe's mouth was wide agape. "What did you just say," Khloe asked.

Lightning's POV "The lycanthropes are taking over!” A paranoid werewolf screamed before a gunshot split through his skull. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. My pack warriors surged forward like into the territory, tearing into everything that dared move. Screams filled the night, mixed with the thunder of gunfire, steel clashing, and the wet rip of flesh. The chaos was a symphony, and I reveled in it. The wailing, the begging, the desperate cries for mercy—they were my orchestra, and I their conductor.

“Okay.” Darius applied the same spell to Carl. Like Scott, a white liquid appeared, which had become a mirror. Darius waved his hand. Scott’s memory appeared again. Darius pointed his hand at Carl’s mirror. “Lyall Wolfe Lycaros.” Lyall appeared in Carl’s mirror, then Lyall transformed into a Lycan monster. In Scott’s mirror, there was also a Lycan monster. They examined both mirrors. “They’re not the same,” Carl said. “Look. They’re different monsters.”

--- I got to the hospital and my mother was standing outside with Marcus and Celeste and all three of them looked really bad, sad and worried and exhausted all at the same time. My mother started to say something when she saw me but stopped when she looked at my face. Daniel came out and said "She is in a coma, her body went into shock from everything that happened today." I nodded slowly and then he said "There is something else." "What," I said. "The scans we ran showed something we did not know before," he said carefully, "Nora carries a Lycan breed bloodline, a very strong one, and her body is responding to the trauma in ways specific to that bloodline."

Jayden looked at Luke and said, “I was just going through these old files before burning these are mostly solved cases.” Luke looked at the papers and his fell on a page, and he picked it up, “Who's he?” Jayden looked at the photos and sighed before he said, “Donald Hughes, a very brutal tyrant and cruel alpha, he was one most brutal and extremist person. “What’s his story?” Luke asked as he looked at the photo and Jayden replied, “He was a tyrant, he would torture and abuse his own pack and even terrorize other small packs. He used to sell the omegas of his own pack; he was basically involved in supernatural trafficking, sex trafficking, human trafficking and a lot of horrible things. And t