Romans & histoires Books About Lycans

He stood up and walked toward a hidden shelf and pulled out a thick ancient book. He carried it back carefully and sat on his chair. He placed it on the table."Here, this is a record of every wolf form in existence." Lucian raised a brow. “How did you get a book like this in your possession?" The physician grinned. “You know I've always been fond of finding new things and books like this are treasures." He said patting it. "Centuries ago, before you were born, when the Lycans first defeated the werewolves, many of their records and books were brought to the Lycan palace"

Joan argues. "Sure" Jade rolls her eyes playfully, her fingers stop when she spots a particular book, taking it out from between the books, she looks at its cover. The cover held the image of a full moon, with a huge figure, what appeared like a Lycan with its head raised upwards in a howl. It was a book on Lycanthropy, covering almost all topics related to Lycans, their origin, purpose, mates, everything was showed in the content section. Jade decided to take the book.

The information on them was staggering though. Enhanced speed, healing, strength, and perfect cognition of wolf and man. They were thought a myth, mostly because it seemed like whenever was writing these tomes had hunted them to extinction. One tome mentioned something about them being a harbinger of great change and what the meaning of a Lycan would bring. I read late into the evening, Felix disturbing my studies as he swung open the door to our suite. “There’s where you went!” He scolded me. “Sorry; something came up.” He saw me reading and raised an eyebrow, coming over and picking up one of the thick volumes.

I read slowly at first, scanning for anything that caught my attention, then faster when the information became repetitive. The book had almost everything I already knew. According to myths, lycans were created by the Moon Goddess to serve as protectors and also serve as leaders to the regular wolf. But they began to abuse their power, using it for domination instead of protection. They become ruthless and arrogant and even oppress the white wolf—my kind. Because of this, they were split apart from wolves entirely and forbidden from crossing into each other's region. There were also scientific explanations about lycans: mutations, hybrid evolution, and advanced biology, but none of that inte

People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week. Hence, her talking about her traumas the whole day won't be a wrong thing to do. "Are you angry about it? If yes then don't be. Anger is a punishment you give yourself for others mistake. Don't harm yourself. They are going to die one day anyways," Nicolas said and Amara nodded her head. "I am not. I just want to be the best version of myself," Amara said. "And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise."

I guess lycans aren’t exposed to magic as much as we are here… Putting down the book the magic swirl then vanished and touching the cover of the book as if trying to check if it had been real, Seff smiled. I wish he would smile more; he looked so handsome this way. “So let’s get on with it,” I said opening the first book and as if broken out of a trance Seff remembered once again why we were here and looking away he frowned. “Alright I’ll look through it all on my own,” I said and sighing I opened the book to find the page where the lycan kingdoms were mentioned.

But I hadn't told him yet that if anyone I felt in this world was him. "Unlike humans, Lycans are supposed to have destined partners. It's the connection of two souls, it's like we are incomplete without finding our other half," He began, as he noticed my expression that appeared due to my attempt to fully understand what he was saying he bend down to grab a piece of paper from the drawer of the nightstand. "This is our souls without the other half," He tore the paper from the middle holding out the pieces away from one another," And once we find our other half only then we can be fulfilled, this increases our strength and most importantly completes our soul."

His silky dark hair is hidden underneath a crown and his scarlet eyes are scanning the area for a tiny figure which is hiding somewhere. Even without his wolf, Alexei’s senses are sharper than other werewolves. After all, he is a Lycan. Most werewolves shift when they are 18 but Lycans shift at 15. They are on the top of the werewolf hierarchy. Even Alphas cannot beat them in a fight and their blood is extremely valuable. They are born different and hence, rule over the other werewolf species. “Hee hee!” His sharp senses pick up someone’s snicker and he follows the laughter. It is coming from the small patio which belongs to his sisters, Anna and Maria. But he knows that they are at their da

For a brief moment, I wondered if the Lycan family would truly show up. The Lycans are the purest of the wolf shifters. Although we share a lot of similarities, they are the true descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. The royal Lycans are the family that sets the rules for our society and handles any major issues amongst the packs. Lycans do not have to wait for their fated mates to meet their wolves, they are born with their wolves. Lycans tend to live longer than us regular wolves, but we still live longer lives than humans. Lycans also have superior strength and speed compared to us. Rumor has is that Lycans are also all very good-looking. I got to meet the Lycan family once when I was

If someone were to walk in they’d see the way he pinned me to the wall, our chests heaving in tandem, and would likely assume the worst. I sucked in a ragged breath as he removed his hand, only the air was thick with his scent. It rushed right to my head, coaxing a whine from my lips that I barely managed to smother in time. Lycans were a vicious, brutal race. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the half-brothers from hell. The blast should’ve broken your spine. Ryker’s eyes were dark with rage, yet I thought I saw something within them falter. It lasted but a split second, a fraction of a moment.