Lycan And Werewolf Novels & Stories

“It’s not a forbidden sorcery, brother. Rest assured. It will not stir the order in Erganiv. I will be held responsible if I put this domain in danger. And as for the wolf nation, don’t you think this is the best time to reclaim it?” Lord Azhir hardly shook his head. “They are autonomous for a reason. We don’t meddle with their affair unless the security of Gwiazda is at risk. It’s peaceful in their territory now. Leave them alone.” “As you wish, brother. But the female in my possession will serve me. She is not an Alsacheri but a Lycan.” “If she can replace your mate, do whatever you want.” Drite scoffed. “Remina is irreplaceable.”

'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. "

However, she would never confide this to me. Honestly, I wished our relationship was different. Werewolves and Lycans in the supernatural world were greatly envied for the other entity they always had on their side, in every situation and place. An entity that shared body and mind with them. A confidant who would never let them feel lonely.

The Lycans and Werewolves are two different species of wolf man but they carry a common past. The ancient legends speak of a king named Licaon who lived in Greece, southern Europe, more precisely in the city of Arcadiae who would have been cursed by Zeus for committing unholy and cruel acts. It is said that he was a sadist, who murdered the visitors of his castle and used to serve his meat to guests at the dining table.

"What about your other side? Werewolf?" He shook his head. "You are almost correct, but not exactly a werewolf. I am a Lycan. I am sure you have heard of those." Freya dropped her spoon as he mentioned that. Lycans? She thought they no longer existed. "In case you are wondering the difference, a Lycan is almost like a werewolf, only that Lycans are bigger, faster and stronger. That's all." She nodded. "Why do you keep it a secret?"

"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."

He brought war to Kara's kingdom, and Edward along with his warriors came to fight. They won the war, and Rufus took flight, but sadly, Kara's Mom was lost. Her father was furious and he blamed her mother's death on her. He forbade her from entering his kingdom, except on the day of the annual meetings. After that, she was never meant to come close to his castle again. “What's a Lycan, Mom?” Jayden asked. “A Lycan is one of the strongest breeds of werewolves. They have great abilities that allow them to rule the earth. According to history, they were the first werewolves to exist on the earth, followed by the great whites” she replied.

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.

Everyone knew about wolves. "That is true for a normal werewolf. He's not just any wolf. He's a Lycan and his wolf has great power. A Lycan's natural instinct as a wolf is dominance, power, cruelty and monstrosity. Their wolves were made to be monsters. Why else do you think that Lycans killed lots of normal werewolves in the past?" I gapped at him. "So Iran and Issa are two different people?" I asked in shock. It felt surreal but I had felt it back at the car. I remembered the madness in his eyes.

Unlike us werewolves, the Lycans had more luxurious houses, mostly for those with higher positions. Well, since a lot of Alphas and packs from around the world were coming, we were in a long queue where the Herald was announcing names of the people who arrived, but seriously, it was not like the Lycans really cared about us. Lycans and Werewolves never really got along, and it has been that way for centuries. Lycans and Werewolves only needed each other when it came to wars they knew they couldn't win. As it was finally our turn, we entered the beautiful house. Dylan was my partner today, and he definitely helped my nerves cool down while Jules went with Dylan's Beta, Carolina.