Lycan Books Novels & Stories

Anne looked at Olivia with a hint of anger in her voice, " Enough! You know nothing. You know nothing about this world you live in , there are demons, monsters, witches, whatever you thought were fairy tales, they exist. You want to know what Lucas is? LYCAN! Lucas is a Lycan, is that enough to make you proceed with the experiment?." "L-l-lycantrophy , Lucas is a w-werewolf?!, I-I thought those weren't real?!" She asked, surprised and horrified by Anne's words.. She knew Lycantrophy was only a myth, well, she thought it was, but, Lucas couldn't be one.. Anne smiled, "they are, as real as you and me, but, not to worry, you wouldn't be knowing about that anymore, at least, for now." "What do y

He took a longer look at Kayden and his eyes widened in realization. "Claire who is his father" he asked again but this time in a softer voice I felt a tear roll down my cheek and Kayden turned around and gave me a hug. "Mommy don't cry" Kayden said Jacobi ran his hands through his hair exasperatedly. He stared at me with raised eyebrows and I only nodded my head in reply. "Impossible" said alpha Duncan in disbelief " lycans cannot have children with humans" Jacobi knelt down to Kayden's level, but even though he was kneeling, he was still way taller and bigger than my five years old son who was already at my waist level.

It clings to the earth in wisps, swirling around the broken stones of the old walls, veiling the lilacs in ghostly silver. I sit by my window, chin resting on my knees, watching the heavy night press against the glass. My desk, not far from where I am, is filled with crumpled paper. Evidence of my failed attempts at writing a worthy letter that I aim to send to secret and not-so-secret Lycan supporters that exist in the kingdom. I'm not so smart that I can still memorize who are pro-Lycans in the future. But knowing that there are some existing in this kingdom is more than enough for me.

Cain flips open the green book in his hand and Safira opens the one in hers. They stare at me and I smile sheepishly before walking over to one of the shelves and picking up the first green book I see. I smirk as I walk back to my seat. “What are the odds that I picked the book the librarian was telling us about?” Cain chuckles. “There are over one hundred green leather-bound books in here, different shades and different sizes, so let’s say the chances are pretty slim. The book is probably thicker than that.” Safira nods. “A history of Lycan and werewolf magics sounds like something that lives in a thick tome. Probably weighs a few pounds.”

“Can I have my library book back?” I looked under the shelf and tensed when I spotted The Legend of Lycaon gleaming in the shadows like some ancient relic waiting to be discovered. I picked it up, held it out, and gestured toward it. “Why do you want this?” This was not just any book. This was a Greek mythology text about the first lycan. Clara drew in a sharp breath and chewed the inside of her lip, meeting my eyes for only a second before looking away as if she feared my reaction. “Because I do …”

“I think I will pass. I don’t make a habit of forcing myself to like things that taste bad.” His lips curved like I had amused him. He didn’t move closer, but his presence pressed. “I’m Lyon Vanigar,” he said, offering his hand like it was supposed to mean something. “Lycan Ruler of the Centruid Pack.” I stared at his hand for a beat, then took it only because not doing so would cause a scene. “Ria,” I said shortly. When he pulled away, his touch lingered against my skin far too long. My brows furrowed. He wasn’t hiding what he wanted. At all

He hooked a finger under my chin and leaned in to kiss me. “Of course, princess,” he whispered with a gentle smile. “I’m here if you need me.” I squeezed his hand before he got up and left us. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I turned my attention back to the case of journals. Helene was already taking inventory. “Looks like there are only eight journals,” she stated. “The rest seem to be history books.” “History books?” I questioned. “Yeah,” Helene confirmed. “The Lycurian Royal Family, Origin of the Packs of Lycuria, The Cohabitation of Lycans and Humans Over the Centuries… A few others on similar topics.”

This couldn’t be real. But it was. I was about to marry the Lycan King. - - - Alpha Damien Blackwood stood tall and still. His face was unreadable but very handsome, I wondered if he was real. I have never seen a man look this good. His eyes—dark and sharp held me in place. They were locked on me with a kind of intensity that made my skin prickle.

And above all, whether she could resist temptation. That library housed thousands of years of Lycan history, forbidden spells, royal secrets, and ancient prophecies. Many had entered with good intentions but left consumed by greed and curiosity. If Lyra touched even one forbidden book, she would fail. The shelves stretched higher than any mortal library, lined with tomes bound in cracked leather and etched with faintly glowing runes. Some books were chained shut, their covers warm to the touch, as if something restless slept within. Even seasoned Lycan scholars entered only with permission, and never alone. Luca meant to see if Lyra could resist every temptation those pages offered.

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight