Lycan Books Novels & Stories

More so, Rain’s true identity is what I intend to keep safe. If anyone finds out what she really is, her life will be in danger. I venture into the library where I start digging about the lycan species. Down to a hundred books of old, I find nothing about them. The library was littered with books, dust clouding the air. I need to find something. If Rain is a Lycan as Ryat said, that means she’s more powerful than I am. I move the ladder to the other side of the floor-to-ceiling shelf and sift through the books until I see something.

“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

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.

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.

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.”

But there likely wouldn’t be a third, which was precisely why, this time around, I had to focus on myself; not on pleasing a man who would only betray me in the end. Shaking off the thoughts, I reached for the next book on the cart. This one was thick and heavy, with yellowed pages that were worn around the edges. The cover was slightly dusty save for a few fingerprints, as if it had only been briefly removed from the shelf for the first time in a long time. Curious, I wiped off the cover and read the title. “The Story of the Ancient Lycans.” My brows lifted. The Lycans. I remembered reading about that ancient race when I was in high school. They were like werewolves, but slightly different—