Difference Between Werewolf And Lycan Novels & Stories

Max The dark, eerie sky littered with gloomy dark clouds, a sad feeling settled in his stomach. The dim light from the moon caught his eye as he stood on a balcony high above and he thought about the Moon Goddess, why She chooses Werewolves mates, their destiny and if She would be angry if they were to choose their path, their ending? Although he knew that Werewolves and Lycan's shared some qualities, traits and genes, he knew the vast differences would make a Werewolf/Lycan pairing difficult. Werewolves have longer lifespans than humans though they have significantly shorter lifespans than Lycan's.

he spanks me on my right cheek lightly. A lycan is far more superior in ranking and body structure than a werewolf, a werewolf Alpha is nothing compared to a lycan Alpha, the latter in the case of a fight has strength which is equal to that of the former ten to fifteen times. They have got the tactics, knowledge, tricks, everything that might be needed through life.

"A lycan." "And that is...?" "A lycan is a hybrid of human and werewolf," I replied but when she didn't react, I decided to expand on my answer a bit. "You must have heard about werewolves in folklore, right?" I asked and she gave me a small nod so I continued. "Well, a lycan is a more evolved version of a werewolf. A lycan in human form doesn't shift entirely into a wolf. We stay on two feet but some of our features turn wolf-like, our senses magnify, and our speed and strength increase."

I asked numbly. “Ha!” Troy barked. “Is that what you thought?” “Kinda, yeah.” I was such a moron. “Not a cult. Just a gang.” “Right, but you are…what? Like…Prince of the werewolves?” “The Southern wolves. There are five Lycan kingdoms. I’m not a werewolf. I’m a Lycan.” “What’s the difference?” “Werewolves are smaller and walk on all fours. Lycans rule over werewolves.” He turned sideways and picked up his t-shirt. “Your parents were wolfless werewolves.”

She had insisted we were mates a few other times, but I just blew her off as meaning because we were mated and marked. Even then, how could I have known?! Lycan’s hadn’t been seen or heard from in nearly two decades. I pulled an old and dusty book titled, ‘Lycan Anatomy Basics’. JACKPOT! I flipped the book open and began to read the old, yellowing, crinkled and tattered pages of the book starting with the differences between lycans and werewolves. According to the book, lycans were ten times stronger than the average wolf and were able to outrun wolves without difficulty. Their senses were additionally heightened but no one can genuinely measure exactly how much more they are heightened.

There it was. Lycan. Not wolf. Not people. Bloodline. “Effective immediately,” he continued, “the distinction between lycan and werewolf is formally recognized by law.” Murmurs surged. Fear. Anger. Confusion. The herald lifted his hand. “Lycan blood is sovereign. Werewolf blood is subordinate. Rogue blood is—” He smiled. “—a threat.” The hunters shifted. Weapons adjusted. Postures sharpened. Lumi made a broken sound beside me.

Everyone was murdered in cold blood. That was the end of the Lycans. The werewolves still held annual tributes for them until these days. Lycans and werewolves were cousin species. Unlike werewolves, the Lycans stood tall on their feet like a human but in Lycan form. But Lycan was much stronger and agile than the werewolves. Since the beginning, the werewolves and lycans were allies and together they repelled the vampires’ endless attacks.

I wanted to shout but I couldn’t risk being caught as I watched the night sky and the world move and sway with me while I was being carried up to my room on his shoulder. Lycan are known for their superior strength and their physical skills. I knew Wolfie would have them too but to see him actually do that was insane! He didn’t even make any noise and within ten seconds we were climbing in through my room window that he shut close after him and even pulled the curtain to. Dropping me on the bed to let me recover from the crazy ride that he had just given me I huffed at the anxiety and thrill of seeing the world from a different angle. Sure I had flown in the sky before but this was still dif

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.

“The question is, what rank was she? Only a High-ranking Lycan female can produce a Lycan heir and I doubt that Walker would have let her go if he had known.” “She didn’t say much about her Mother to us and she didn’t mention her during the trial. What if she never knew that her Mother was a Lycan? What if she doesn’t know much about Lycans? Or the difference between Wolves and Lycans?” I respond to Rayden’s remarks. There are many differences between Wolves and Lycans, not just in appearance but also in the bond with their family and their Mate.