Lycan And Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Well, I wasn't here in the pack until a few months ago. I used to live in the human world. I met Alex after my mate rejected me. I was sad and we had sex one time. I thought that I won't have to see him ever again so I pushed all thoughts about him out of my mind." "My father called me and told me that my vision had died. He told me that I had to come back as soon as possible. I came back and found out how my cousin died. Apparently, the Lucan king is out killing people. He is the leader of lycans and lycans are a hybrid of a wolf and a vampire. Vampires are really powerful and blood thirsty and all werewolves are scared of them. We try our best to stay out of each others way.

As I sprinted, my foot caught on something, sending me tumbling to the ground. Frozen with fear, I watched as the wolf lunged at me. I braced myself for the imminent pain, but instead, a deafening growl echoed through the forest. Opening my eyes, I found the attacking wolf hesitating, backing away. Behind me stood another creature: a towering wolf on two legs, unmistakably a Lycan. I gasped, realizing the forest legends of werewolves and Lycans weren't just myths; they were terrifyingly real.

“The moon goddess is fair and just, Alpha Victor. Everything will make sense in the end.” “Nothing makes sense now, Glenda. Right now, I’m even having time recognizing who's the lycans of werewolves amongst my pack.” I looked ahead remembering my happy times in the pack when my stepfather takes me to visit the camps of rogue wolves and lycans at the outskirts. “It’s easy to spot a lycan from a werewolf. A lycan’s blood is forged with magic while werewolves are naturally born in the lineage. Both are creations of the moon goddess. Using a simple blood test, you can separate the two.”

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

A Werewolf and Lycan? “Zayla go.” I stood still, staring at the back of the man who was my mate. “Zayla, go.” He was a Lycan. “Hey.” I came out of my musings after Gabriel held my shoulders and shook me. “Huh?” “Go.” I nodded. I turned around and started running. My wolf was not on my side so I couldn’t possible run fast like I would if I had werewolf strenght. I started running like crazy. My mate was a Lycan. But how is that even possible? How can I have a Lycan as my mate? The stories of Lycan and Werewolf have never ended happily. One of the two always faces an early death.

I answered and I could see that the lycan king was getting furious. "Ryan, do you have a worth as a wolf?." The Lycan king asked with an authoritative tone and Ryan nodded in the affirmative immediately. "So what makes you think she doesn't have a worth? If she doesn't have a worth to you, she has a worth to others and I must say that you don't deserve her. That's by the way, so you brought her to take sexual advantage of?. " The Lycan king asked and Ryan shaked his head in the negative.

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

Though it took a few minutes, he returned to normal. "You've become stronger than before," he commented as soon as he regained control of his Lycan. "And you've turned weaker," I said, and he nodded. There is a major difference between a werewolf and a Lycan, not only in terms of their appearances but also in terms of their origin. Werewolves used to be humans who were turned into wolves later, but lycans were wolves who were turned into humans. That's the main reason werewolves can control their wolves easily, as their human counterpart is way more dominant in their soul. But for us lycans, our beast is always dominant over our human counterparts.

I grinned as I offered my hand out for her to shake. She giggled but didn’t place her hand in mine which frustrated me slightly. Shit, I needed more of her touch. “So, what’s a Lycan and is the Alpha the same in normal wolf packs?” She questioned. “A Lycan is almost the same as a werewolf… only a Lycan is stronger, has larger teeth, is much taller, has larger muscle mass and can stand up when shifted… and, we are much harder to kill.” “Much harder to kill!?” She interrupted as her mouth dropped open in shock.

Still, there are many differences between both of them. A Lycan's wolf is a bigger wolf than any other werewolf, also stronger, faster, and immortal. Lycans can also have the ability to create a werewolf out of a normal human only by biting him, but a werewolf can't do the same. Same as a cursed werewolf, a Lycan's bite is a killer bite for a vampire, the saliva of a Lycan is a venom that has no cure when it comes to vampires. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------