Bloodborne Lycanthrope Novels & Stories

Alpha Dane uttered but was interrupted by Grimes, who spoke but for the first time since their exchange began. “Alpha, calm down,” he said, his hand reaching for Alpha Dane's shoulder and giving a squeeze. “This is the royal palace and the man before is us is no ordinary man.” “Do you expect me to sit back and let him…” once again. Grimes interrupted. Shaking his head, he said, “Beside being the country's second in command, he is a lycan. Don't overlook that, Alpha.” **** At the hospital, Ophelia remained laid flat on her back, eyes closed but her consciousness slowly returning. The nurse watching her checked on her pulse and vitals, and she then wrote something in her notepad before leaving

To become fully lycans and escape the pain that gnaws at them, they must suck human blood to the very essence of their life. It's terrible. Because what happens next is that the human body that was sucked on suddenly dries up and shrinks. The effect of a lycan bite is that terrible. Then, those who were bitten would behave as if they were lycans. This is called the plague of lycanthropy. Plague for which there is no cure or way of handling it. One way is not to open the door or wander outside the house. During those five days, they will also act troublesome. They flock to the streets and peer around the buildings, hoping that there are humans inside the buildings. Then, if there is one, they

“We may have a problem.” I narrow my eyes. “Care to elaborate?” My instincts scream that this problem somehow involves Sapphire. Lucifer hesitates, his gaze locking on Katia and Selene. A silent exchange passes between them before the sisters’ breaths hitch in unison. Finally, Lucifer speaks. “The two wolves Bob brought in yesterday… they’re more than wolves. And the woman with the babies? She’s a chaotic mess of hidden supernatural energy—accidentally turned into a Lycan. Her babies, too.”

The scene before me was wiped away with her arm. The screams that had shattered the silence of my mind were gone in an instant and once again, we were alone in the trees of my mind. “The first Lycan was born from your blood. The wolves were born from your power.”

“Hunter’s birthday is coming up soon.” I just nodded, not saying anything. There was no need to go into detail about how much this man managed to frighten me. It wasn’t bad, not by a long shot. Perhaps it was his overwhelming and regal demeanor. He always seemed to be able to see right through you, as if he knew all your secrets. He looked exactly like Hunter, except his eyes were a pale blue. Similar to the sky before a storm. “As you are aware, it is only when a lycanthrope reaches puberty that he can sense the presence of his mate.”

Opening the largest of the books, she flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for and started reading. ...The most common cause of lycanthropy is to be bitten or contamination by saliva through a breaking of the skin by another lycanthrope [i.e. saliva under the infecting lycanthrope fingernails]; although this condition can also be hereditary. In other cases, lycanthropy is not given any specific cause other than being generally attributed to magic, which may be voluntary (a supernatural power) or involuntary (a curse) ... Usually, the process begins with dry skin, fatigue, and the need to be alone. Slowly, cravings will change and the subject’s body will begin to und

"And there's another reason that I can't have him killed. I ran his name in the system earlier this morning and I couldn't find a match. Apparently, he has never registered in any system. We don't have his birth certificate, his passport number, or his criminal records. Nothing." "So he's a rogue. We kill a rogue in our territory for illegal trespassing. What's the problem?" Lucian frowned. "I sent some of his used bandages with his blood to the lab this morning, and it came out with a surprising result." I paused to let Lucian brace for the words that I'm going to tell him. His perfect eyebrows were marred by a frown. "His blood type is RAh9," I said. "He's a Lycan?!" Lucian was visibly sho

“Be specific. What exactly does it target?” Kendall froze. Just for a second. My heart slammed harder. Say it. Go on. She swallowed. “It… strengthens the body during transformation and…” Her nervous glances made murmurs spread through the hall. I let out a slow breath and stepped forward. “Targets internal bleeding during transformation,” I said clearly. “Lycanthropic Hemorrhagic Fever weakens clotting and slows regeneration.” All eyes turned to me. “My strategy restores both,” I continued. “A regenerative peptide to repair damaged tissue, combined with a clotting stabilizer that prevents excessive blood loss.”

With a casual flick of her wrist, the ground beneath my dangling feet splits open, the stone parting like a grotesque maw to reveal a hidden chamber below. I feel the air leave my lungs in a shocked gasp as I take in the scene - a cage, massive and reinforced, filled with writhing bodies packed in so tightly they seem to bleed into one another. Lycans, their eyes wild and feral. But not just lycans...new bloods, dozens of them, that turns my blood to ice in my veins. Lycans are blessed with the ability to turn humans to Lycans.

Probably even create a new type. "How many times has he done this?" I ask, drinking a little from the glass. "Disappearing like this? What did you mean by over the edge?" "On those days when we let the darkness take over, when we go on a murderous rampage, it's not something a cozy bed and a hot bath can fix. Sinclair's Lycan has an insatiable thirst for blood. When he succumbs to it, it's a battle to reclaim his sanity. He won't come back to you until he's certain he won't tear you apart if you snuck up on him."