Derek Lycan Novels & Stories

"Yes, but it goes deeper than that." His tone hardened. "She might have the ability to control a lycan like a dog on a leash—or worse, to create one." Alaric's eyes widened in shock. "Create…a lycan?" Alpha Derek’s gaze burnt into him. "We both know those murders weren’t done by a werewolve or a panther shifter. They were done by a lycan." His voice dropped to a near whisper. "And I can assure you, they weren’t done by any of my machinery."

His voice cracked with emotion as he shouted, his words laden with pain, "Don't come closer to me!" Ryle's voice trembled as he uttered the words, his voice barely a whisper amidst his tears, "I... don't... have... Lycan... blood... in me?" The realization pierced his heart, leaving him feeling as if his very essence had been stripped away. The truth continued to unravel before him, each revelation more devastating than the last. Ryle's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and despair as he questioned his origins, "I am... born... out of... wedlock?" The weight of those words settled heavily upon his young shoulders, understanding the societal implications they held.

My body shook and my legs wobbled at the sight of him. He moved closer with quiet confidence, his blue eyes sharp and focused on me like he could see right through me. This wasn’t just any man; his authority was undeniable. He had to be the Lycan King—King Derek. His eyes narrowed as he stood in front of me, his presence almost suffocating. “Who are you?” His voice was low and dangerous, making me want to shrink away. He was the one. I stared at the man who had killed everyone in my pack house, including my family—this cold, intimidating man who was now after my life.

How had his missing daughter ended up as the lycan King's Luna? Derrick's eyes glinted mockingly. He was finally going to get his enemies. He saw the fear in their eyes. It was only a matter of time before they fell into his trap. He tightened his grasp on Lia’s wrist and one after the other he showed her to the lycan elders and then to the Alphas. “Alpha Greg, you don't recognize her, do you? What about you, Alpha Dante?” Both Alpha Greg and Alpha Dante hastily denied. Derrick stopped before Alpha Blake. Beads of sweat had formed in Alpha Blake’s forehead which he hurriedly swiped them away as Derrick stopped before him. Alpha Blake gripped onto his knees, eyes fixed at his daughter but Lia

We both turned to see Derek standing right there at the door with his eyes blazing with red flames the same way I saw his father doing. “I’m not going to repeat that command.” He growled. Daven stubbornly held onto my hand even though his grip relaxed a little. “Nothing to worry about.” Daven smiled crookedly. “I was just having a con…” I noticed Derek move but his movement was just too fast for me to catch. One moment he was standing there and another moment he was just a blurry streak moving towards Daven. With his Alpha powers, Daven was quick to react but not as quick as the angry lycan prince moving towards him.

Anna justified. “I know what he is.” She answered calmly. “I saw him.” Her voice trembled for a moment. “The fact that you and his Beta are seeing each other and all, which I won’t think about, speaks for itself.” She said, making Ana’s cheeks blush. “What do you mean?” She asked her, confused. “I think he was able to smell me in contact with Derek, as he sensed that I was in danger, even though he didn’t mark me, because he is a Lycan, and a king.” Her voice took on an angry tone.

His gaze shifted back to Vivica, and this time it lingered. Before I could react, he moved with supernatural speed, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. He took her hand gently, almost reverently, and lifted it to his lips, pressing a brief kiss to her knuckles. "Miss Vivica," he said as he straightened, his posture flawless. "I am Master Derick Lykoudis, second in command to the Lycan King. I am sorry for how we met the first time." His voice carried sincerity, but there was something unreadable beneath it. "I wasn't aware of who you were, or that you were once a member of King Tormund's pack."

I said and pecked her forehead. “Alright.” I walked out of the room and went into the training ground. I recognized the scout immediately when I saw him. His name was Derek and he looked like he had been running for miles. His face was pale and he was breathing hard. "Eryx," he gasped. "We have a problem." I walked over to him. "What happened?" "Lycans. A large force moving this way, maybe fifty or sixty of them." My blood went cold. "How far out?"

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

But in the presence of his hands, or the feel of his heat pressing against me, I will fail woefully. “Don't forget Annatoria,” I whispered to myself while pushing the parcel aside and warning myself not to cry like I did earlier. “Darius is the Lycan. The Lycan is Darius.” ~~~ In the bathroom, the supplies I use were also replicated. So even though I was irked by the perfect similarity, I was glad to be feeling fresh and healthy after days of suffering. After moisturising and pampering my hair and skin, I discovered that even the wardrobe was filled with my clothes. I didn’t dwell much on the insane particularity of the Lycan. Quickly, I selected as many clothes as I could.