Brandy The Lycan Novels & Stories

I shrugged, "Well, my sister brings me books to read and I kind of call him whenever I have questions so I am pretty confident in your culture now" Traian wanted to deliver some books about Shifters to my sister and pack it for me because I still didn't tell him my address for the past two years but I refused. I am afraid someone might have opened those books and read the contents. I don't want to risk anything. Instead, my sister brings the books she has to their house. That's what I read and I finally know about Traian being a Lycan. I still find it hard to believe that I am mated to a Lycan—a superior kind from Shifters. They are stronger, have lived longer than the others, and have a dis

And Raina can feel it and she knew very well that Luke can feel it too, she had seen it in his eyes and in his behaviour and that was why he would never come near her, he would always watch from the side as his side chick Fiona and some of her friends and his own friend would bully and torment her, and he would just enjoy. “I would see about that.” Luke said, “let’s see how long you can keep up, with whatever I have planned for you!” he said before he looked at her up and down and left, feeling frustrated, he hated the fact that his body would react to her and his wolf asked for her. This made him feel so repulsed and disgusted. Of all the people in the world, the only person he had to be ma

"Really? I never would've guessed." Brenda's smile widened, and I could notice she shared some of the same features as her brother—blue eyes as deep as the ocean. Though her hair was darker. "Yeah, I know I seem like I'm not interested in much, but I have my passions, like working in Dad's pharmaceutical company. And this—history books about lycans." She pointed at something from the book, getting my attention with the colorful images in it. "Who was that?" I asked, pointing to a picture of a fierce-looking Lycan warrior in the book.

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

Pushing back against the Lycans, I sprinted towards her, a streak of fur and determination. But the Outstanding Lycan, undeterred by my advancement, intercepted me with blinding speed. His crimson eyes bore into mine, a chilling calmness settling upon his face. "You're too late, Levi," he sneered. "By the time you reach her, she'll be nothing but a memory." A surge of desperation coursed through me, lending strength to my limbs. With a primal roar, I launched myself at the Outstanding Lycan, our bodies colliding in a furious clash. Claws met claws, teeth clashed against teeth as we fought for dominance.

I add, they very well know that werewolves are vulnerable against Lycans and we can take them out within minutes. "Many have tried to wipe us out because we are a stronger and dominant pack however, they will fail," Arya says confidently and she is not wrong. We are the strongest. Brandon's POV I was raging, I was angry at everyone around me and especially that fucking Lycan King, he took my mate from me and he will pay dearly for this. I pace around my office, take back my seat and close my eyes as I come up with a plan to take my mate back, I feel someone straddles me and I almost groan in disgust however, I let her do her work, needing a release. The omega pulls down my pants and lowers h

It growled and I silently prayed it didn't kill me. Until I finally saw it. The Lycan it had blue reddish eyes and was very big compared to the one it just killed. This was definitely a rare breed which I have never heard of. Probably a hybrid of some sort and definitely more dangerous than the Red Lycan that was chasing me earlier. It looked at me silently as if studying me. I was nervous but made sure not to make any movement just to safe myself. And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me.

Amanda said as her voice cracked. “But those bloodsuckers know about you now. Brandon’s been off ever since I told him what I heard down there, keeps staring at you like you’re the answer to all of his problems.” Before Linda could respond, tires screeched against gravel. A black Bentley roared up, sleek and menacing, and Brandon leapt out, his broad frame casting a shadow over us. His alpha scent pine and steel hit me hard, making my knees wobble. “Linda, Amanda, back off,” he barked, his voice a low growl. “I need Beatrice. Now.”

Because it was still a bond, chosen or not. "I, Xandros Dravenhart breaks the mate bond with you, Maren Wyatt." Maren gasped, as pain shot right through her body. She bit her lips tightly, clamping on it to keep the pain from escaping her lips. Her hands tightened beside her hardly as she looked right into his eyes. He stared at her right back, not feeling much of the pain. For a Lycan, relatively small amount of pain is felt. The wolf takes more. *Quick, you have to mark Anna.* Imogen said in his head.

Raven suggested, though her own tone was laced with doubt. ​"Lycan soldiers do not sleep on duty," Brandon replied sharply. "Especially not both of them at once." ​I dismounted, my senses catching something wrong in the air—a sharp, metallic stench that was far too familiar. ​Blood. ​"Raven, Brandon, stay behind me," I commanded, igniting blood magic in my palms, using it as both light and a weapon. ​Lysander dismounted with stiff, predatory caution, his eyes already shifting to a molten gold.