Lycan Books Novels & Stories

She had insisted we were mates a few other times, but I just blew her off as meaning because we were mated and marked. Even then, how could I have known?! Lycan’s hadn’t been seen or heard from in nearly two decades. I pulled an old and dusty book titled, ‘Lycan Anatomy Basics’. JACKPOT! I flipped the book open and began to read the old, yellowing, crinkled and tattered pages of the book starting with the differences between lycans and werewolves. According to the book, lycans were ten times stronger than the average wolf and were able to outrun wolves without difficulty. Their senses were additionally heightened but no one can genuinely measure exactly how much more they are heightened.

“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

You mean the only way I can get out is in front of me now and I can't touch her! The old woman answered her and said to her sarcastically: You idiot, it is not just a book, as you say, this book contains the greatest secret of the Lycan Kingdom, of course, it will not be so easy. This book is the only way for humans to enter and exit from here, and this magical barrier is the one that prevents anyone from touching it. Whoever touches this book will know Ayden in her moment.

I answer Embry’s question, looking up at Osric entering the shower, as Embry continues to lather up my arm moving to my shoulders. “Every Lycan’s abilities are different, Liliana can heal things, Eya can’t, just like you can do things Osric can’t,” Embry explains, turning me around lathering my belly being very gentle and affectionate. “All I know is it’s the first time I completely trusted Ruby, and I stayed in control. I couldn’t risk you two dying fighting to keep Orin from taking me, and I couldn’t trust the other Alphas not to turn like Lucas,” I semi smile, closing my eyes enjoying the feeling of Embry’s hands massaging my body as he takes care of me.

I explain. I offer him the book to see, and he takes it, examining the words with great interest, as if trying to decipher them. "I don’t think this is just folklore. It looks like a diary. The author is writing about a Grendaline that existed before and got killed by… by a Lycan," he says, his face turning apprehensive as he faces me. I raise a brow, hearing a new word I'm not familiar with. "What's a Lycan?"

Halfway in, I see it, just a single sentence in a chapter discussing ancient shapeshifters: "Some scholars believe the myth of the Lycan to be a predecessor to the modern werewolf, a creature of greater power and darker intent.” My pulse quickens. It’s barely a mention, but it’s something. I note the footnote at the bottom of the page, referencing another book: “Echoes of the Wild Moon.” I practically run back to the stacks, heart pounding. After a few minutes of scanning, I finally find it: leather bound and thicker than I expected. I return to my table and open the book with care. The chapter marked “Lycan” has far more information than anything I’ve seen before.

but if we plan everything out carefully, then we will bring down the Lycan king. I don't know much about Lycans, but what I've seen so far for myself shows me that they are much superior to the wolves. They're stronger, fast, and much more agile. They heal at a faster rate and silver doesn't affect their healing the way it does with wolves. And the ability to rise up tall on their hind legs gives them even more of an advantage. But I've been doing a bit of research on Lycans and I've found that they are affected by wolfsbane the same as wolves are.

Your support means everything to me, dear lovers of My Lycan. — Dee_jonah

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”