Bloodborne Lycanthrope Novels & Stories

He turned his head toward her, his eyes panic-stricken. “Go,” the man hissed. “He’s going to kill any human he comes into contact with if he gets past them. He’s out of his mind.” She hugged the wall as both of the human medical staff fled. She wasn’t leaving. No way. 466—Moon—might need her. Her dazed mind accepted the name he’d obviously chosen. “Moon,” the Species male growled. “Calm yourself. We are your brothers and friends. Think and remember us.”

She took deep breaths to calm her mind and then wiped her hands on her trousers until they were completely dry. Then, she took out the second knife from her other boot. This time she was extra careful not to drop her knife. If she dropped this one, she would have to hang in there till someone saw her. She skilfully cut the ropes and landed on the ground on her foot. She picked up the knife that had fallen and put them in their respective positions. Opening her mouth wide she took out the disc. She inhaled deeply testing the air of the Lycan world. It didn't feel any different than breathing on Earth.

He then stopped, breathing hard and buried his face in the corner of my neck. “What are you?” he asked, somewhat dazed. "Human?" I said with a frown. 'Couldn't he tell?' I wondered. "you?" "I'm a Lycan and you are no ordinary human," he rasped. 'Oh! That's what he meant. Perhaps he could perceive that I was a witch.' I thought to myself, remembering him in his beastly form thinking I was right in my deduction of what he was. Lycans and werewolves are known for their keen sense of smell just like the nightwalkers who can tell apart regular human blood from a witch's blood. My mother once told me that nocturnal creatures feared drinking witches' blood because they are scared of being enslaved

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.

" As if you didn't drink it because you knew you would still be alive. Why did you drink it in the first place?" He walked to sit. " Lycans have developed immune systems and everything we have is 100% over the normal werewolves. So, it's going to take more than that little wolfsbane to kill me. Though, I could have died if I wasn't attended to immediately," he explained and gestured to a sit in front of him. "You called Nyall, didn't you?" "I'm not here to sleep. I just want to ask you two questions. No," I had another option and shook my head slightly. " Just one question."

Althea bowed "Leave us" she turned and left "What did you do to make the alpha react like that?" "Nothing. He just sniffed me and then he lost it" he looked at me skeptically. "Here" he handed over a tube of something red "That's lycan blood. Drink it and go to sleep. When you wake up your ankle will be healed."he turned and left. Lycan blood? Wtf this was hard to get back in the east. We were thought that lycan blood was addictive. It was used as an aphrodisiac or a healing element. Once you start taking from a particular Lycan, you can't take from another. It causes complications. Since it was impossible to get constant supply from a particular Lycan, it was avoided completely. Also, conti

***October 1987*** Four more rings and I'm onto my eighth wonder. My son seemed…upset at me but was his fault. Shouldn't have gotten tangled in my affairs. Tried to kill me with silver. He was human like his mother, and unlike popular misconception, lycanthropy was a genetic quirk and not an illness like vampirism. "Who the hell is that!?" "This?" I smiled at my finely suited companion. "He has many names, but chief among them is friend. And he will be assisting me in your punishment."

“Is that an option?” He barks a laugh. “Not unless all you want is an infection and a very awkward fever dream.” “I’m serious.” “So am I. Lycanthropy isn’t contagious. You’re born with it or you’re not. It’s in the genes. Biting you would just hurt.” “Right. Of course.” I try to laugh it off, but I don’t quite manage. Arlo tilts his head. “Are you really that worried about this? What does Scarlett say?”

When I entered the room everyone's eyes shot to me. I opened the book to the table of contents and ran my finger down the page u till it stopped at Abilities. Quickly I turned to the page and scanned over the text. "Look right here it says the only way a Lycan can die is from another Lycan or natural causes. So that would explain why he would still be alive!" I look up from the page to see everyone focusing on my words. "And right here it says that Lycans are faster, stronger, and more intelligent then the average werewolf. " I pointed down at the page. "That would explain why no one is able to catch him."

Something was not fright They all ran to him as he led them to where he saw a lycanthrope. He was bloodied and had been beat up by the rainstorm. He had cuts that ran deep into his skin. As Eric examined him, he tossedhim over, he found out it’s been deceased for a day or twobecause he was beginning to smell. He was distorted. They knew he was a redwood and a pure blood but they had no single clue of who he was.