Cooper Lycan Novels & Stories

“Because the curse that the old Lycans fear… began with her.” He moved away from the door, as if the story needed more space. “Cernach,” he began. “A Lycan warrior, born from the First Wild Bloodline. Untamable. Brutal. He believed he could mark her. That he could make the Goddess his. Unite her spirit to his flesh.” The silence grew denser. “And Morrigan… allowed it,” Alexei continued, more quietly. “But what was born from their union was a curse.”

“My wolf loses control whenever you’re scared of me. I never meant to frighten you. I promise I will never hurt you.” “I’m not afraid of you, Dane. I’m just curious. I want to know if everything your godmother said is true and why you kept something so significant from me. Why did I have to learn it from someone else?” “I want to start by apologizing for bringing someone else into our relationship. She didn’t want this, and I pushed her into it. I just didn’t know how to approach you. I always want to do right by you. Where do I even begin? First off, I’m a Lycan, which makes me stronger than any werewolf you might encounter. My senses are heightened, and my abilities are linked to the lunar

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

I clenched my hands to stop them from shaking. “What are you exactly?” I asked, for once staring at him in a new way. Supernatural beings existed like fairies, witches,wizards, mermaids, vampires, and werewolves, but what the hell was he? He smiled softly, scanning my face. “Zaliver, answer the damn question!” His chin lifted up. His jaw clenched, and his fierce blue eyes looked directly into mine. “Lycan,” he said forthright. My neck tilted to the side. Was this a joke? Lycans were a myth.

Her mother's instincts were too strong to know what kind of person her son was. Damian just looked away, thinking about what to tell next so that he could avoid choosing anyone in the ceremony. Eliza gently put her hand on his which was resting on the table and made him look her in the eye. " You are a Lycan King, we don't randomly just select anyone to be our mate, it's our destiny and heart which makes us identify the real mate. If you have already found your mate, it's only normal for you not to select anyone ", She understood the feelings of her son without him saying anything.

His glowing golden eyes burned with a primal intensity, wild and untamed yet brimming with intelligence and awareness. Beside him, Cole was equally formidable. His powerful frame exuded raw strength, his muscles rippling beneath a thick pelt of dark grey fur streaked with hints of silver, giving him an almost regal appearance. His claws flexed, digging into the earth as if testing the power that now coursed through him. His sharp features, elongated by the beastly form of his Lycan jaw, radiated dominance and ferocity, tempered only by the calm focus in his piercing gaze.

– I use my Alpha tone “That doesn’t work with me Alpha, you can use that tone of voice as much as you like, I am not a wolf, and I don’t obey you” The council has one member of each species, I command our council, we have one representative from the wolves, one from the vampires, one from the angels, one from the demons, one from the humans and we have one from the witches. Why the fuck would they want her seat? “You know that Lorena is the voice of the Witches” – I say

I asked wondering why he chose that word. “Yes, Cupcake. Oddly. Lycans and wolves are meant to have one fated mate. Both species are possessive and territorial by nature. Having a mate who has five other mates is extraordinarily odd.” “Tell me about Lycans. Growing up we heard of them but were taught that Lycans were extinct.” “A Lycan is specific type of werewolf that emerged from the first werewolves’ image. Lycans can transform at will while retaining our human intelligence and awareness. Lycans come from King Lycaon who was punished by Zeus.”

Pearl was sitting in the front yard with her sister, Katty, trying to get a handle on the moment. "Yes, and no, they are special. Their ancestors bio-engineered the lycan race thousands of years ago. The alchemist and other supernatural beings never expected the lycans to be able to reproduce and produce offspring, but they were able to do that. The original Lycans were dire wolves, and many remain so, like Vergel, Ethan, and Finn. The three were, um, unique; they have wings and can wield magic."

It was normal for them to be outnumbered in the battle, but that wouldn't break their determination to win the battle. Liam aided his Alpha in taking down the new version of Ezekiel. Ezekiel no longer looked like the Angel of Death. Instead, he looked like a devil beast from the damnation. Cohen shifted into his wolf midway before colliding with Ezekiel. Liam assisted from behind and made his moves whenever Cohen gave him the opportunity. Ezekiel grabbed Liam by the neck and threw him away before focusing his attention on the Alpha. Ezekiel tightened his grip on the Scythe and was ready to swing it to the Alpha when somebody stopped the blade from cutting the Alpha into halves. A tall albino