Books About Lycans Novels & Stories

The beast I know of weren't like these ones. They were bigger. Meaner looking,their fur was thick and black, their claws dug into the snow as they took menacing steps towards me. I had known I was in Lycan territory, but I didn’t think wild lycans were a thing. “Heavens, help me. Please.” I muttered to myself as I took a step back. They took one forward, seemingly enjoying watching me squirm. I frowned. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, so I did the only thing I could think of doing at that very moment,

“Could the fact that I am a Lycan be the reason why I’ve always been drawn to nature? To the forest?” He frowns for a moment, rubs his chin and then smiles and nods. I take a deep breath and read the first paragraph of the book, which just describes how the Lycans were originally created to be the protectors of the vampires. It’s a history that so many humans have used in movies, and it is well known. Even if you didn’t believe in these kinds of creatures, you have probably heard the story already. I look up and note that Silas is looking at me and my cheeks turn bright red as the memory of our second time comes to mind.

That’s something he couldn’t allow while he lived or if he died. There was a slim chance that she was pregnant too. If she had pups, what would happen to them? They’d be a hybrid of some sort. What would they call these hybrids? He’d have to ask Dr Graves that question. Could they consider it a hybrid? It was so odd to think this way. The Ruling Council sees lycans as a four of wolf shifter but there are serious differences. Do the differences change them into something new? Or will family abilities form? Dean didn’t know, but now his mind went to places he’d not thought of.

"I don’t mean to alarm anyone, especially given that you’re new parents, but I think that lycans are working with the dark mages." "Lycans?" Antoine repeated, furrowing his brows. "Is there more than just this pack?" "Of course there is." I huffed. "Did you honestly think that we were the only pack in existence?" "No..." Antoine said slowly. "There are many across the globe, just like there are many wolves." Ashton piped in, sounding smug. "We learned that when we were just pups. Were you asleep during that lesson? " "Fuck off." Antoine growled, his eyes flashing.

“No. I’m a Lycan.” “What’s the difference?” “Lycans are rare. We are bigger, stronger, faster, and when we shift to our wolf form, we walk on two legs, not four…werewolves look like, well, very big wolves. Technically we’re supposed to rule over werewolves, but that hasn’t been the case for going on fifty years now.” “Riiiight, right,” she says. “Did you hit your head when you fell out of that tree last night?”

I craved her and then the seductress further tantalized me by dropping the lock of hair and managing to entangle it in my shirt’s button. Goddess, she was so innocent yet so seductive, those large almond eyes that had looked at me with concern that I had wanted to throw her on the table and take her, right there in the court. The vivid scene in my head had been so clear that it still made me feel ecstatic. But she was not ready for me. She was too fragile and weak. Ordinary werewolves and human women would mostly die if a lycan would force itself on them. A lycan’s sexual drive and stamina were too much for them to handle.

And more than that, my Lycan needs to get out and release some energy before I give into the swirling, furious anger inside. *** The air whips at my face as I race through the trees. I’m miles from our home already but that’s the beauty of being a Lycan, we are stronger, more powerful and not just with the fighting but with everything. Every aspect of our being. As I summit another hill I see the shadow of movement behind me and internally I’m already smiling. ‘Fancy a sparing partner?’ Ryker says through the mind-link. He’s the only one physically capable of keeping pace with me. None of our other brothers or our sister can match us.

“You will regret this, Annatoria” Resisting the desire to roll my eyes because her roundabout talk was too vague, I said, “If you expect me to take you seriously, then tell me what you know about the Lycan. What is he hiding?” “I…” Lyra lowered her head and pulled her hands into fists. “I can’t. He has ears all over. He might be listening right now.” The downcast in her voice made me think about the rumour Kaelen talked about. It was starting to seem very possible that I would be a sacrifice at the end of the day.

but if we plan everything out carefully, then we will bring down the Lycan king. I don't know much about Lycans, but what I've seen so far for myself shows me that they are much superior to the wolves. They're stronger, fast, and much more agile. They heal at a faster rate and silver doesn't affect their healing the way it does with wolves. And the ability to rise up tall on their hind legs gives them even more of an advantage. But I've been doing a bit of research on Lycans and I've found that they are affected by wolfsbane the same as wolves are.

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.