Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Lycanthrope

"But... you were dying. You were coughing up blood and collapsing andc—" "I'm fine, Lyra." His voice was calm, almost amused. I turned to Eric, shaking my head frantically. "I'm not mad. I swear I'm not making this up. He was really dying. He was coughing blood everywhere. I saw it." Eric smiled gently. "I believe you. But you're forgetting something important— Damon isn't a normal werewolf. He's a Lycan. His system is immune to most poisons. What would kill you or me in minutes is just a minor inconvenience to him."

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Nymeria let out a sigh, “They are deceitful but I am glad that none of us drank much of their drinks. Not because we want to cheat in this stupid hunt but we are wary of what the bloodsuckers are up to.” I would have giggled but then I recalled one more thing, “Jasper…he had the most, he was drinking non-stop for the last few hours” I looked around worriedly. Had he already passed out or was sick and in need of medical attention? Nymeria tried to reassure me, “Jasper should be alright. Lycans have a strong metabolism and as far as I saw he was acting being drunk or very angry” “Why?” I asked but she only gave me a hesitant look, “That is my guess. Now go inside and stay calm. We will meet wh

My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume. When the moon finally slipped behind the shifting clouds, the last of my strength deserted me. A wave of bile surged up my throat, and I fought the urge to vomit. This was the last shred of my humanity, screaming in guilt at what I had done. Deep down, my wolf side relished in every drop of the meal. “We need to leave now." I mumbled into Layla's subconscious mind. “Give me more time," she grunted, snapping a bone and coating the remains with her saliva, as if leaving her mark.

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

Your support means everything to me, dear lovers of My Lycan. — Dee_jonah

She knew a lot about me, maybe it was because she observed me. I kept shut, and tried to remain calm, but there was a lot more on my mind. I needed answers to why they were gifted. “How can you heal, and how can you see visions ahead of time?" Insteavof pleading, I had to ask her other questions that I thought was best. “Most Lycans are fifteen. You should be too since you're a pure blooded, or aren't you? Because we aren't pureblodded, but the blood of a Lycan runs through our veins.”

This was nothing like the Creator. The Creator felt calculating. The Devourer felt hungry. Its crimson eyes locked onto me. “Blood Heir…” its voice echoed directly inside my mind. The pressure nearly forced me to my knees. Theodore stepped forward immediately, golden aura exploding outward as his Lycan power surged. “Stand behind me,” he growled. “No,” I said, steadying myself. “We stand together.” Our energies responded instantly silver and gold intertwining, forming a radiant shield around the gathered wolves.

Pushing Fin off of my lap and out of the way of any gunshots, I pounced on Sabrina, grabbing her hair in one hand while I ripped the gun out of her hands with my other hand and flung it to the floor. “No…” her eyes widened in horror. “You…you’re a Lycanthrope!” But I didn’t let her talk anymore. Hauling her close to me, I bit down on her neck, feeling the taste of blood inside my mouth as my sharp teeth pierced through skin…and then I flung her back and away from me, tearing a large chunk of her flesh off her neck as she went down hard, blood splattering all over me and the floor.

“Lowell… you need to prepare yourself.” Lowell’s chest tightens. “I’m not preparing for anything. She’s not dying. There has to be a way.” Nathan’s father looks down at his hands. “In all my years, I have never seen a non-Lycan woman survive carrying a Lycan pup.” Lowell stares at him, his breath caught in his throat. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m telling you the truth,” the man continues gently. “The blood of a Lycan pup is strong… too strong for a human or even a wolf who isn’t a Lycan. The body can’t handle it. It destroys them from the inside.”