Erasthai Lycan Novels & Stories

That snapped me out of my haze. “Who are you?” I finally found the words to ask this stranger who seemed to know so much about me. “Lycan King Alec Gray.” My jaw nearly fell and hit the desk. “You, of course, are welcome to stay in Dark Moon and help me find your family. I’ll even be willing to let you accept Neal’s rejection before I kill him and spare you from feeling it.”

That certain look in his eyes is so strong that my mask threatens to waver. "I don’t need to prove anything to you-” "True," he agrees. "I also don't need to act so sane right now when all I want to do is throw you over my shoulder, lock you in a cave and fuck you seven times a day into submission." his eyes turn dead serious, sending shivers down my spine. "Call. Him.” With his threat hanging in the air, I know I can't afford to upset him. I've heard enough about Lycan's to know that next to an Alpha, they are literally gods! They outrank us, they are more dominant, stronger, faster and are ten times a better version.

Ashlyn's POV I was shocked beyond the extraordinary. Lost for words as Iona immediately connected to the nine foot tall lycan in front of her. He was taller than every other lycan I have seen. Their eyes locked, also connecting me with Lucifer. "Turn away." I immediately told her but she said not a word to me. I turned to leave but Iona was having a mind of her own as she stayed rooted to where she was. "I am Steel. The invincible One of the Nightwing pack." He introduced himself.

Pushing back against the Lycans, I sprinted towards her, a streak of fur and determination. But the Outstanding Lycan, undeterred by my advancement, intercepted me with blinding speed. His crimson eyes bore into mine, a chilling calmness settling upon his face. "You're too late, Levi," he sneered. "By the time you reach her, she'll be nothing but a memory." A surge of desperation coursed through me, lending strength to my limbs. With a primal roar, I launched myself at the Outstanding Lycan, our bodies colliding in a furious clash. Claws met claws, teeth clashed against teeth as we fought for dominance.

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus."

“Who the fuck asks that? I mean, obviously she's here to have a drink.’’ The pretty brunette stated sarcastically. With a silent scoff, Lycan Cyril snapped his wrists from her, snatching the almost empty glass of liquor on the counter and downing it before advancing to me. “How do you leave your suit at the time of the night to drink? You are a woman for Kirk's sake!’’ He spat venomously at my face. And did I get a hint of anger in his voice? “Ignore him. He's usually like that.’’ The lady's approaching footsteps snatched my gaze from Lycan Cyril’s retreating silhouette. “I'm Astrea.’’ She smiled, reaching forth her hand for a handshake. I swallowed the heavy lump in my throat, my gaze linge

And more than that, my Lycan needs to get out and release some energy before I give into the swirling, furious anger inside. *** The air whips at my face as I race through the trees. I’m miles from our home already but that’s the beauty of being a Lycan, we are stronger, more powerful and not just with the fighting but with everything. Every aspect of our being. As I summit another hill I see the shadow of movement behind me and internally I’m already smiling. ‘Fancy a sparing partner?’ Ryker says through the mind-link. He’s the only one physically capable of keeping pace with me. None of our other brothers or our sister can match us.

"It was the Gods' way of showing you how close you were to being your true self. You just had to grow into yourself. That is why you faced all the challenges you did in life. As the challenges got harder, the closer you were to being the real you. You always had the powers you have now inside of you. But you can't just simply use them. You needed to earn that kind of power, even though you were always fated to have it. And since Avalyn is your erasthai, both you share each other's powers, which is why she is resistant to fire and you can breathe underwater." "Erasthai?" "The mate of a lycan is called an erasthai. Erasthais are like soulmates but their connection is much more deep. Your souls

I could smell the fear and pain on the young hybrid female as soon as I found her. There were a lot of strange scents in the area where we found the two hybrids, and I want to go back and investigate those, but right now, her life is literally on the line. When Cedric bursts into the area where we’re waiting to hear from Doc Everett, I stand. Cedric is a royal Lycan and his own powerful energy makes him a good mate for a fire dragon, but it also means that he blows into a room like bomb when he’s on edge.

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