Books About Lycans Novels & Stories

But there likely wouldn’t be a third, which was precisely why, this time around, I had to focus on myself; not on pleasing a man who would only betray me in the end. Shaking off the thoughts, I reached for the next book on the cart. This one was thick and heavy, with yellowed pages that were worn around the edges. The cover was slightly dusty save for a few fingerprints, as if it had only been briefly removed from the shelf for the first time in a long time. Curious, I wiped off the cover and read the title. “The Story of the Ancient Lycans.” My brows lifted. The Lycans. I remembered reading about that ancient race when I was in high school. They were like werewolves, but slightly different—

Their mean smiles faded as they felt the silent warning coming from this new wolf. Caleb’s eyes stopped on Alexander. For a moment, everything else seemed to disappear. It was just Alexander and Caleb’s amber eyes, which seemed to look through all the ways Alexander tried to protect himself. The weak omega felt bare, like he was showing everything—not just to Caleb, but to something deeper, something natural that whispered he knew Alexander across the space between them. Alexander wanted to disappear, to melt into the shadows, but something kept him standing there. He had to look into those strong eyes. “Who is he?” one of the older betas whispered, but his voice carried through the tense qu

He took a longer look at Kayden and his eyes widened in realization. "Claire who is his father" he asked again but this time in a softer voice I felt a tear roll down my cheek and Kayden turned around and gave me a hug. "Mommy don't cry" Kayden said Jacobi ran his hands through his hair exasperatedly. He stared at me with raised eyebrows and I only nodded my head in reply. "Impossible" said alpha Duncan in disbelief " lycans cannot have children with humans" Jacobi knelt down to Kayden's level, but even though he was kneeling, he was still way taller and bigger than my five years old son who was already at my waist level.

I grabbed one of the books I had taken from the archives — one of the many I had collected in my quiet search for answers — and flipped it open. My eyes skimmed over the ancient writings, desperately hoping to find something useful. Something that would give me even the smallest hint about what they were hiding from me. The book spoke of lycans and their nature. I read that lycans could transform into their beast forms at will, which I already knew. But then I saw something that caught my breath — their powers were amplified during the full moon, making them nearly invincible, immune to any form of magic. However, there were rare cases.

It was new, unexpected and moreover strange, did Lycans also have the ability to see ghosts like dreymon? They were both aware of their strange gifts which in a sense made them feel connected and able to understand each other. There was a quick flash of a frown across his face as he asked, "How do you know of the lycans?, I never told you I was," there was no way a human should be aware of the existence of the lycans, knowledge of this was punishable by death which was why he had kept it a secret from her, it made him curious of how she knew of it.

What else could have led her to take the desperate step of denying her heritage and living alongside another species? Just who was this Lycan? Had I only seen his mellow side up to now? If so, when would he unleash the real monster? And would I survive to see Lolo again? I’d never been so scared. I really hoped my instincts were wrong this time, the ones which told me he was capable of absolutely anything.

us this deep information about this creatures and it was a pleasant victory to finally see our efforts not in vain the love story was a clear sign we were getting closer to our answer, the answer we desperately needed and craved. I took a sip of the water I picked up from the table and looked at Nick to confirm if he was following. He looked more interested than I was and was keen on the paper as if he wanted to penetrate the paper and see the history itself. And I smiled, it was definitely meant to be a history of the records and of this magnitude would certainly arouse interest. Especially if it involved the maniac I wondered how the author got so much information on this but only the hea

He decided to tell her a story about a Lycan tradition, a long and beautiful folktale. As he began to speak, Liliana listened intently. The story was about the founding of their pack, and how their ancestors had defeated a group of rogue Lycans who were terrorizing the land. The story was filled with bravery, honor, and sacrifice, and Liliana found herself getting lost in the tale. Liam spoke with passion and conviction, bringing the story to life with vivid descriptions and colorful language. Liliana was mesmerized by his storytelling skills and forgot about her fears for a while.

Derek could no longer be himself. Those moments of passionate kiss didn't stop playing in his head. God! What has he done? Those were his regrets the moment he knew the precaution of what would fall to him after his actions. From the book he read in that library, he could recall that humans aren't safe when they get intimate with a werewolf or a lycan. If not, the human will be contaminated with lycanthropy. What would happen to Kira now?

The collision of their worlds loomed before her, leaving Isabella grappling with an overwhelming mix of emotions. Adam stepped out of his car, his eyes widening in shock as they fell upon Giovanni, who seemed equally stunned. Their faces drained of color, their hands clenched tightly as they locked eyes, a tense silence settling between them. In that moment, the weight of their shared bloodline and the complexities of their intertwined destinies became all too clear. With a dawning realization, Adam understood that Isabella had married Giovanni—his own stepbrother. The revelation hit him like a bolt of lightning. Not only was Giovanni a Lycan, just like Adam, but he also held authority over