Bloodborne Lycanthrope Novels & Stories

It is going to be hard. After the witches wake him up all hell came to lose. Leon disappeared for a couple of weeks and was found by one of our guards near the lake naked. He had shifted and allowed his wolf to take over his pain. He was found with blood all over him. After being examined by the doctor we realized the blood wasn’t him but from an innocent girl that was attacked in the Forrest. He attacked an innocent girl. An innocent human girl and turned her. She is in our hospital in observation.

If this is indeed the case, it means that the compressed curse of countless generations will descend upon you with great force. By this, I mean an intensified experience of pain, heightened rage, and uncontrolled desire. Which also means that the dark one has risen from his slumber. If I have accidentally mentioned his name, please cross it out with a pen, for it is strictly forbidden to call his name, as only then will he be free. And before you go door to door in search of a cure, let me save you from all that struggle, there’s no cure to Lycanthropy, and no! Do not inject silver in your body, it will give you a slow and excruciating death!

It showed crime scenes that looked like something out of a horror movie, with bodies drained of blood and torn apart. “Only lycan blood can unite the scattered packs,” he continued. “Most alphas won’t bow to anyone, but they’ll follow a lycan. It’s genetic and hardwired into our species from thousands of years ago.” My mother’s voice got quieter. “And we didn’t abandon you, Luca. We saved you.” “Right. By dumping me with strangers and pretending I didn’t exist.” “Lycan children who manifest early usually die by age ten,” she said, and there was real pain in her voice for the first time since I’d arrived. “The power burns them from inside.”

he said, lowering his voice, “is moonbane in its purest form. Mixed with hollow-fang venom. One drop inside his bloodstream, and the Lycan’s wolf will shut down. Once the beast dies, the man follows.” “Explain to me how to use it,” I said. He lifted the tiny vial between two fingers, the liquid inside so dark it looked like it devoured the faint light around it. “This is not something you simply give to a Lycan,” he murmured. “Lycan wolves fight anything foreign that enters the body. Their healing will try to purge it unless it reaches the bloodstream fast before the beast can respond.” My eyes narrowed. “And what does that mean?”

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

He couldn't have been less than 4 years of age, and yet his bones were already pressing against his taut flesh like how they did on old men. “What do you expect me to do for him?” I turned to the Doctor, feeling so much sympathy for the child despite everything. Roman was just as young as this boy, and I knew that if anything similar was wrong with him, I would have been completely devastated. “They say that only true Lycanthropes, especially the pureblooded ones, can change a human into a werewolf,” said the doctor, looking at his child. “Your kind is everything a sick human like my son would dream of. Strength. Immunity to a lot of diseases, if not all. And longevity.

“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.”

CHAPTER 6 - ELARIS OR LYSARA “Yeah, according to the crone. The only way to cure the blight is by ingesting the blood of a lycan, given freely.” The whole room goes silent. “Is this a trap or something?” I ask slowly. Cody looks uneasy. “I don’t think so.” Michael says, “We have to give it a try, what other choice do we have.” “Where are we going to find a Lycan that would be willing to do that?” Melody asks.

Plus, considering the marks on your back, it's strange that it didn't start earlier. - Lycanthropy is transmitted only through a bite! I didn't get bitten! Cesare exclaimed ardently, jumping to his feet. A blush flared up on his cheeks, but incomprehension and horror darted in his eyes. – The infection penetrates only through saliva! - Hush you! Armand hissed. - Let the man sleep. However, Vlad was already turning and opening his eyes. -What the hell?! he jumped up. -It's not the devil. This is our old friend. Hawkeye, a stolen artifact, the Frenchman answered ceremoniously.

She continued to feast for a very long time before eventually revealing what she had said earlier. “He’s a lycanthrope, not an ordinary human. That you failed to use your powers or your lore to identify him, proves he’s one of the direct descendants of the earliest lycans in this world. The lycans are one enormous family, but they’re still of the human race. Unlike the demons, who are the true outsiders.”