Lycan And Werewolf Novels & Stories

Darren shifted out of instinct, his legs turning into hinds of a dastardly dangerous bipedal beast. In a matter of minutes, Darren turned into a man-wolf, appearing dominant and awry... A vivid painting of a legend, a myth told over centuries of existence. The first generation of the cursed race of moon howlers... A true Lycan! He nimbly lept on a wall, causing a loud bang and climbed the building to the top with his sharp claws. The walls sustained marks, causing several bricks to break in and fall, but Darren didn't mind. In fact, he only acted out of instinct now as he'd lost all rationality.

When he smashed Kingsley's face in, everyone hollered. "How is that possible?" Kelly asked Queen Elizabeth. "How is it possible? I thought that wolves were weaker as they grew older. Does that not happen to Lycan's too?" "It does happen to Lycan's, but not to those that are immortal; his cells are forever young; Kingsley is not an immortal; that's why his father can kick his ass." "My poor baby," Kingsley said. "What about Reagan?" I asked. "The last time they fought, it was a strong fight, but Victor won," she said.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

They acted like they owned every room they walked into, every person they talked to. How come I didn't notice that he was a werewolf shifter? Honestly, I had nothing against shifters in general, but wolves? Wolves were different. I’d spent most of my life being judged by them. My lycan blood was enough to make me interesting, but my warlock blood? That made me different. To them, I was a walking contradiction. Not enough to be part of their world, and too much to be left alone. And now watching them was beginning to awaken memories. Memories that I would rather, they stayed buried.

“I’m the best bait we have. Young. Innocent-looking. They won’t see a threat until it’s too late.” Matthias stood so abruptly the chair scraped hard against the floor. Both hands slammed down on the desk. The heavy wood cracked straight down the middle under the force. “I will not allow it.” Liliana rose as well. Her own growl answered his. “I’m a Lycan. I have a better chance of survival than any female warrior we could send. Instinct under pheromone pressure isn’t something ordinary wolves can simply ignore. I can.” Their auras erupted at the same moment.

He frowned, and I could tell he felt bad for saying it, but it was the truth. Lycans turned into wolves, but they were bigger and could walk on their hind legs. Werewolves turned into the actual animal wolf. We were more primal in our wolf form. More animal. Lycan’s didn’t have a wolf personality talking in the back of their minds all the time. Whereas, we had an actual second personality running around.

The Lycan was her mate, but still. She couldn’t remember the last time a werewolf paired with anything other than another werewolf or a human, though. This was unprecedented, and if that wasn’t bad enough, her father was right in the respect that Lycans were the top predators. Often said to be unyielding, harsh, and cold, they were basically Alpha werewolves times ten.

he said, his tone turning serious. I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes. When our eyes met, I felt something inside me purr. “So, a lycan?” I blinked at him, having no idea what he was talking about. “Lycan?” I repeated, and he nods. “Lycans are far more superior creatures than werewolves. They can command alphas, betas, omegas, rogues—it doesn’t matter.” He explained, while I stared at him unblinkingly, wondering why he was telling me this.

Quickstep's wife was the best, he thought. "Affirmative, host." The system replied to Quickstep. 1. Lycans – these beings are the progenitors of werewolves. The Curse of Yexor is not in them and can freely turn into their beast form at any time they wish. They are stronger, faster, and smarter than those of their descendants, the werewolves.

I couldn’t help the laugh that shook my body. “You have to be wrong; my parents are too old and stodgy to hunt anything! Besides, I sucked Jimmy’s blood. Werewolves don’t suck blood in the movies.” Roman rolled his eyes, not even attempting to keep his irritation out of his face. “Look, you are a Lycan, part of an ancient race that is indeed part wolf, and part blood sucker. Our heritage goes back thousands of years. We have a longer life span than regular wolves and vamps, and we are also stronger. However, we are not sparkly, nor do we war with the other races. This isn’t a book or a fairy tale.”