Romans & histoires Books About Lycans

John sat down on a fallen log and motioned for me to sit beside him. “Tonight is a full moon, Mercy. There’s something important I need to tell you.” I nodded, listening intently. “What is it?” He looked at me, his eyes serious. “Did you ever learn about werewolves and their connection to the moon?” Their? I shook my head, my curiosity piqued. “Not really. I mean, I know that we are connected to the moon, but I never really knew why.” John smiled faintly. “Well, that’s because the moon, Selene, known in a lot of places as Luna, or the head Luna of us all, and her movement, cycle and emotion is just like the way the moon is. Which means that the moon is one of the physical representations of

Ava giggled as we hugged the kids back. "Are you both done packing?" Ava asked while I ventured further into the room and picked up the book Adrian was reading. It was on the history of all the supernatural beings on Earth and their Kingdoms. I was proud to know that the little boy was reading this book. Not many adults could comprehend it. "You understand this?" I turned around to look at Adrian and showed him the book. "Yes, Alph— Nikolai," he said shyly. "It's very interesting and I figured that I should know more about the world I live in," he admitted. I could see the potential that kid had and I knew he would be a strong and intelligent wolf one day.

he glanced over with a grave expression—"only a Lycan can control their minds." As they passed through the hall, guards and palace maids bowed low before Axel, his presence commanding respect with every step. Alpha Axel’s voice cut through the air. “The Lycans have been gone for two centuries. Why keep such beasts? What good are they now?” "Hope, Your Majesty! The House of the Lycans still bears the hope of bringing back a Lycan. That's why they still keep the beasts. Though they can't control the minds of the beasts since only a Lycan could do that, the beasts do not hurt the offspring of Lycans. Basically, they don’t hurt any royal members of the House of Lycans, even bastards born since t

“I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.” Jenny couldn't be sure that her father even spoke of the right person — the one who had saved her on that night, whose scent she sought, but she needed her story to fit in. “Yes I do, Father. He talks to me about it sometimes, and it's indeed heartbreaking.”

Anne looked at Olivia with a hint of anger in her voice, " Enough! You know nothing. You know nothing about this world you live in , there are demons, monsters, witches, whatever you thought were fairy tales, they exist. You want to know what Lucas is? LYCAN! Lucas is a Lycan, is that enough to make you proceed with the experiment?." "L-l-lycantrophy , Lucas is a w-werewolf?!, I-I thought those weren't real?!" She asked, surprised and horrified by Anne's words.. She knew Lycantrophy was only a myth, well, she thought it was, but, Lucas couldn't be one.. Anne smiled, "they are, as real as you and me, but, not to worry, you wouldn't be knowing about that anymore, at least, for now." "What do y

I need to figure everything out. So for the past 3 days, I have been reading everything I can find about wolves, packs, Alphas, I feel like my heart is broken, and apparently is because he is suffering, My mate is suffering without me. I need time, Time to understand why he didn't want me, why he had another woman while he could have me. As I walk out of the library a beautiful woman with a gorgeous body and hazel eyes stops me "hello there Liv" - she says

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

I asked, remembering when Ariella had said we were under attack. " He did it to protect everyone" " Are everybody here wolves" " Yes" he pointed to the book on the bed and I took it. The front of the book read Lycanthropy. " You found the book" " I did, and I didn't know when to give it to you, I think now would be a good time for you to read it" I opened the book slowly and got to the first chapter. The origin of Lycans and werewolves, I glanced through the book, but closed the book back, having a thought In mind

“I shyly walked into his library. Just then, Turstin resumed playing the piano. I was so amazed about his study room. It was more of a mini library, containing so many books. I wonder what kind of books he has here. I moved around the shelves to explore the books. I can't believe I have more things to write about Turstin. Seeing his library alone is a huge achievement on my side. I had never expected I would find this much about him today. A book suddenly caught my fancy, and so I stretched my hands towards the book and went through it. “A tale of the first Lycan," I read in my thoughts. Lycan?... What are Lycans? If my memory still serves me right, I remember that these lycans are linked to

Something—anything—that would drown out the him of my beast. My eyes landed on a thick volume about ancient Lycan myths. It had always been a favorite of mine, and it usually worked to quiet the noise in my head. Maybe it could help now. I grabbed the book and dropped into the nearest chair, flipping through the pages. My hands trembled slightly as I turned each page, even as the words blurred together in front of me. I forced myself to focus on the text, reading about the great wars between packs and the legends of the First Alphas.