Cooper Lycan Novels & Stories

“My baby… you’re so strong. Stronger than any of us could have imagined. But you’re still just a child. If this gets out… if anyone discovers what you truly are…” Matthias stepped forward, his large hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch his daughter’s silvery fur. “You’re the strongest of us all. A Lycan Soother blessed by the Moon Goddess. But that also makes you the biggest target. The Blacklores, the High Council… they would stop at nothing if they knew.” Liliana looked up at them, her silver eyes steady. “That’s why I’ve been careful. That’s why I built everything in the shadows. But I can’t hide it from you anymore.”

She said scared. "I've been seeing a lycan. I think I told you about a guy I had met one evening when I got home from work. It is him. His name is Asher. In fact the weird wolf that attacked me threatened to kill us both if he saw us together again." Skylar confessed. "Wait a bit. We all know that lycans only exist in legends." "Everything I told you is true. Believe me." Lily's jaw dropped. "You're dating a lycan? Skylar, that's insane!"

Elder Marcus explained, "Her father, Akira the great, was a wizard of the order of the sun. And we know theirs have been most interested in conquering our pack and our kind for exploitation. Athena, her mother, was the daughter of our esteemed alpha, alpha Cedric Scotler, who we lost to death at the time. “I would like the members of the council to recall that it was rumored that Athena had conspired with Akira the great to conquer our lands once she was made Luna. This was why she refused to take a mate from among our sons. She chose Akira instead. Arya Scotler here is the child of their abominable union. We cannot sit and watch an imposter become head over us! Do I speak your minds, brothe

Now, I could do as I pleased. Then an unlikely female fell into my lap. Not literally, though not far away. Her mode of transport was unusual, flying piggyback with a wounded hybrid. I toyed with the idea of having him killed – there had to be an effective method – and rejected it. For the moment. Who knew when I might need to take on, not to say best, the Lycan King? And maybe I could use Brandon, persuade him to side with me. I sensed a similar turncoat quality in him as in Hodges, though I could be wrong.

She looked down, covering her side profile with her hair. "I know why you killed him that day and I also know how you got injustice in return. You deserved better," he whispered near her ears, his own eyes changing into golden flames. Her violet eyes collided with his golden ones. "Who are y ou?" "Your mate and the Alpha of Nighthowls pack, my cursed Fairy," he smirked.

“I also heard they are very rare to find. Some Lycan kings died without ever finding their true mates and only mated other female to get an heir” “Atlas, the Lycan's only weakness” ... Conversations like these were all over the place and I listened with curiosity. I didn't notice that I had slowed down in my pace because of it. Tyler angrily grabbed my hand and pulled me along forcefully with a fake smile on his face so as not to look suspicious.

In fact, he only acted out of instinct now as he'd lost all rationality. He hopped from one roof to the next in broad day light of the evening, not caring about being exposed. After a few moment, the lycan arrived at the rooftop of a building close to the arcade and quickly scanned the area in search for Kyley. He looked into the restaurant and just as he expected there was no trace of Kyley, nor the guys. He rushed towards the other end of the rooftop he was in and sniffed the air in a rapid motion, his every move full of vitality and extreme sharpness.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

We always travel with a big group to prevent any power hungry wolves or rouges from getting any ideas since we are the most powerful kingdom of Lycans in North and South America. As Lycans we are closer to being directly descended from the Moon Goddess, so we are bigger, much stronger and faster, and we can live for hundreds of years beyond even the long life span of werewolves. Which is why when or should I say if we ever find a mate once we mark them they slowly turn into Lycan as well. Unlike werewolves we can be mated to anyone, supernatural beings or even humans, and nothing in our mates life aside from already being with a fated mate can prevent us from taking and marking them. I perso

We need to find her and kill her to stop her shadow monsters, but first there was something I needed to do. I laid my eyes on several of the rogues coming for me, using my lycan telekinetic abilities to rip their beating hearts out of their chest. I looked back at Kole and he was already partially shifted into his brown lycan form. He was busy cutting off several feral wolves' heads.