Books About Lycans Novels & Stories

I say. These mates of mine have saved me, have given me a life that I didn’t even know I wanted, and now they’ve given me a family. Our family. I pull Aeron’s arms a little tighter and slowly drift off with a smile on my face. THE END ******** This is the end of the first book in this series. The second book is called the Lycan Inheritance, and the first few chapters are up now. This book follows Adriel, all grown up and now the Lycan King. Rosalie, Aeron, and Cain are still in this book so you’ll see more about how their relationship has grown and developed.

According to the messages, the fire had been mysteriously halted, and the hospital authorities had quickly brushed it off as negligence to avoid any further investigation. A connection sparked in Zayn's mind. The fire, the hospital, Viggo's interest, and the word ‘Lycan’, they were all interwoven in a web of secrecy and deception. Intrigued, he quickly swiped open his browser and started searching for information about ‘Lycan’. The search results flooded his screen with articles, myths, and legends. Zayn delved deeper, discovering that lycans were creatures akin to werewolves, possessing the ability to transform between human and wolf forms.

Scarlet replied. NOTE: Lycans have a completely different meaning in my book. They are just huge wolves, the double of a normal wolf, with thick white fur and distinct violet eyes, blessed with enormous strength and extinct species, but our Astrid is the only one to exist in the present time. Maybe she got her genes from somewhere you'll know about. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Wylden's gaze holds mine for a while and it as if he is staring through me and then he whirls around and walks back to the podium without saying a word. ~~~~ The book is somehow like a diary entry, each page stopping at very little sentences but still relaying some messages which I still can't quite place. _"Lycania"_ I read on.. _"Lycania used to be the home of Lycans and Shifters all together. We all lived in harmony and tolerance, until the princess fell in love. Love kills, I tell you. Love does to you what you will never expect. Did I say misplaced trust destroyed us? Love did more than destruction, Love killed us all."_ Entry #2

“Knowledge reveals itself to the one who seeks it.” “Alright then.” I inhaled deeply and stepped forward. My first thought, my first instinct, was to research the relationship between Lycans and wolves since I am both a contradiction of nature and fate. I pulled out an old leather-bound book, its cover etched with a crescent moon. When I opened it, dust rose like faint, ghostly memories. The first page immediately drew me in. The Lycans and the wolves have always shared close ties and deep ancestral connections. Both species were created by and devoted to the same deity, the Moon Goddess.

Suppressing my desperation, I matched his casual demeanour, concealing the wild energy that surged through my veins. As we approached the entrance to the library, Alyssa stood nervously against the wall, clutching weathered books with worn-out spines. Her eyes met ours, and a small smile danced upon her lips. "Found something interesting, Alyssa?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of eagerness. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I found these old books in my attic," she replied, tightly gripping them. "They contain stories about Lycans that go back centuries."

Although lycans do have golden eyes, but theirs looked more yellow than gold, these ones looked like they were touched my the sun themselves and seemed to glow, its fur seemed to be just as white as snow as well as the other image of the mysterious man, his eyes too tell a different story that wasn't told. I couldn't stop pacing, I wanted to find answers but this only raised more questions—why would a thousand year old story have a wolf so similar to the one I saw? I didn't know how long Cordelia’s story was, I didn't even know if her story was true and this wasn't a fantasy book, I didn't know anything. I grabbed the book from my bed and turned it around to find the name of the author but t

“And no sign of her. Not near her town, not anywhere near the Council headquarters. She just… vanished. Into thin air.” Jace leaned back in his chair, coffee in hand, eyes steady. “What if the books are right?” he asked. “What if she’s in the Fae realm?” Julian let out a breath—sharp, disbelieving. He stared at the table littered with texts, some ancient and brittle, others modern fantasy novels with cracked spines and worn covers. “How can we even trust these?” he said, gesturing to them. “Half of what they say about Lycans is bullshit. According to this one,” he picked up a dog-eared paperback, “we only shift during a full moon, we crave human flesh, and we can be killed by silver bullets

There was no reasonable explanation he had been able to come up with. Rome found his way to the royal library in search of answers, already mentally mapping out the tomes he felt would have what he needed. He went over to the Lycanthropy section that held tomes with insight on all the phenomenon Lycans went through in their life span but the books that served him in times past had only information he already knew.

"It's unheard of for a Lycan, especially someone as powerful as his majesty to deny the basic instincts that make him, him." Looking away from me, she continued, more sorrowfully. "He's been around for centuries. He's probably even lived longer than his forefathers and for the past few decades, he has refused to hunt, barely takes a woman to his bed, hardly eats and never has company. Sometimes, we wonder..." Helen cut herself short, walking toward me to grip my hands, agitation and fear in her eyes. "I wonder how he is still alive." "There was a time he went mad... " She whispered as if she didn't want anyone to hear her. "Denying himself the basic things he needed for sustenance drove him