Novel & Cerita Derek Lycan

Grevin Town is a town of shifters like me, so that is not an issue for us because we are aware of our secrets. Grevin Town is the pack I lead. When my father passed away 200 years ago, I formally became an alpha. The fact that lycans live longer, recover more quickly and have greater strength than ordinary werewolves sets them apart from other typical werewolves. And the only Lycan among us is me. A few others, like my cousins, are also alpha on their own.

, Faiz spoke in a lower tone, she was worried and both concerned for her people. Amelia looked at her and agreed with Faiz. Before today, He was Edmund, only an orphan young master. But right now, he was the eldest prince of the Lycan empire, Damian. Same genes as all Lucans of this empire and was strong as hell. Unlike these two, Amelia wasn't feeling anything. There was nothing in her mind or heart. If there was anything, she was just a little surprised. She grew up listening to numerous stories of the Lycan prince of the Lycan kingdom who died as an infant and never got to see the sunlight ever again.

“There is a darkness far older than our kind. A wolf not born of the Moon, but of chaos. His name is Derek.” “He was a Lycan once, but the thirst for power changed him. He devoured his own pack, drowned his land in blood, and sought the Moon herself. He wanted to be a god. When he failed, he vanished, until the elders trapped him beneath the northern mountains, sealing him away with blood, bone, and fire.” “But seals can break. I fear someone will try.” “If you find this, dear Luna, know this: Derek cannot be reasoned with. He speaks in dreams. He tempts the gifted. He feeds off fear. If released, he will burn the world.”

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

“What’s your problem, woman? Did I hurt you to the point that you feel the need to say that?” “Tch.” Lyn smiled bitterly. “I don't think you did anything to hurt me, but someone will.” She glanced at Derric. “Can't you see that I still don't have my wolf? There's a chance I won't.” “And there's a chance you will.” “Don't put your hope and trust in strangers.” Lyn looked at Derric in distressing way. The man brought his face closer to Lyn again. His voice sounded threatening. “Stop pissing me off, werewolf, if you don't want to see my evil side.”

“I am Lucian. Alpha of Ironfang dominion. Have you heard of me?” “Ye..yes” “Good. I had a mate once.” He said as he walked slowly around the chair Derek was strapped to. “Her name was Lysandra. Does that ring any bell?” “N.. no my Lord” “Tsk, it doesn’t?” Derek said nothing. “Okay, how about Nyx Calloway? Any bells?” Derek's breath became even more shaky at the mention of my name “I..I..Yes. Yes it does. I worked for her family as a guard”

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

"Tabitha, Bentley was always just a pawn used to keep me in check. But do you really think I've survived this long by letting myself be 'checked' that easily?" A mysterious, predatory smile spread across Derek's face—the raw confidence of a top Alpha. "I've spent years at the Lycan's side. I can predict every move he makes before he even smells the opportunity. From the day I decided to bring you back, I had each step mapped out."

There was awe in the murmurings this time around. “Are you a Lycan?” Sheila aked, needing a confirmation. She knew from books that only lycans could shift prematurely and still remain vigorous enough to fight. “Yes.” Derek answered, aware of the increased intensity of the murmurs, and the slight relief that was visible in the relaxing of Sheila’s shoulders. It abated the tension on his shoulders a bit. “Then what happened?” Sheila asked, folding her arms across her chest.