Lycan And Werewolf Novels & Stories

Every step away from her felt wrong, like walking against my own instincts. I needed a run to cool down. The night air hit me cold as I shifted. Bone cracked, skin stretched, fur tore through. In seconds I was no longer a man, but a beast—larger than any werewolf, black fur streaked with silver, eyes burning like the moon. A Lycan. Older. Stronger and Built for war. And right now, all I wanted to do was run back to her. ~~ The ride to the palace took half the night.

Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life. “No…” I whispered, but my voice was overshadowed by the happy claps from the pack members. At that moment, I began hearing whispers— I swear I could feel fingers pointing at me. Someone in the crowd whispered, “But Ariana is his mate.” Another voice followed, sharp and pitiful, “Guess she wasn’t enough.” “Politics,” a man muttered. “Lucien Blackwell owns half the Council. The boy made a smart move by choosing his daughter.” My heart cracked. Every word sliced deepe

His silky dark hair is hidden underneath a crown and his scarlet eyes are scanning the area for a tiny figure which is hiding somewhere. Even without his wolf, Alexei’s senses are sharper than other werewolves. After all, he is a Lycan. Most werewolves shift when they are 18 but Lycans shift at 15. They are on the top of the werewolf hierarchy. Even Alphas cannot beat them in a fight and their blood is extremely valuable. They are born different and hence, rule over the other werewolf species. “Hee hee!” His sharp senses pick up someone’s snicker and he follows the laughter. It is coming from the small patio which belongs to his sisters, Anna and Maria. But he knows that they are at their da

I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about. "Are you serious?" Max asks him looking just as confused as Ryan. "Do I suppose to know who this Lycan is or something?" Ryan looking lost. "Dude where the fuck have you been, under a rock?" Max says. "A Lycan is the original breed of werewolves, but they all died off many years ago. The Lycan king was locked away long before any of us was born," I tell Ryan before looking back down at Lester, hearing a couple of groans come from him as Donna stitch up his wounds.

But one glare from me and they parked their asses right back. With a deep breath, I said, “It’s rather simple. As you saw, we are humans with the ability to change into wolves and vice versa. And no, we don’t shift and do weird things under the full moon and go rabid. That is some bizarre crap humans made up.” All of us rolled our eyes, and Aarya laughed. What? That’s a touchy subject for us. “Selene, the Moon Goddess, created Lycans and then werewolves. Lycans are like the first cousins of werewolves. They are more naturally gifted and can balance their wolves on two legs. They also form our Royal Family,” I recited, and she nodded.

“He’s not a shifter. He’s a Lycan.” In our world, Lycans are between wolf-shifters and werewolves, and stronger than wolf-shifters. They were one of the deadliest wolf species. They shifted into monsters who stood on their hind legs, and looked half human, half wolf, their snouts elongated like a wolf, but they grew fangs that protruded down to their chins, and their claws were long and sharp. But like wolf-shifters, Lycans could shift at will, and they could be born or made.

Please, your dad - he made me promise I would get a message to you. I don’t stop. I’m tearing through bushes, jumping across logs, weaving through trees. I want to block him out. But I don’t. The Lycaon, they’re on the packlands. They’re calling in more of them. You can’t fight them all!, he links again. The Lycaon, named after an ancient Greek king, a sadistic f*cker who offered his son up willingly to Zeus. Now, the name of an elite group of werewolves made up of assassins, gifted wolves, and ex-military guns for hire.

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.

I was shocked to return to the palace and realize that the man who I had chatted with so casually and given directions to was actually the very powerful Lycan King. He introduced himself and I introduced myself as well. He seemed a bit disappointed when he found out I'm the Luna of my Pack but I didn't really think much of it. The Lycan King had come to our Pack on invitation by Keith. Keith was seeking a treaty with the Lycan Kingdom as an alliance between our Pack and the Lycan Kingdom would not only grant us protection but reverence from the other Packs.

He then asks, “Do you wanna take a guess, Ms. Mackenzie?” Without delay, I answer, “Werewolves are much harder to find than lycans. A werewolf when transformed looks just like an ordinary wolf while a lycan looks like partially human and partially wolf, making them easier to identify.” I pause before I can add anything more that may pique their interest about me or worse, that may reveal my secret. Errol bobs his head in agreement while clapping his hands. He says, “Ms. Mackenzie is right.”