Lycan Creature Novels & Stories

The Lycan elders looked really old. Their appearance shows how time really flows with them. They are full of wrinkles and gray hairs. Some have bent backs, and some hold to their sticks. It's sad that Lycan's lifespan is quite short compared to ours. They have too many natural enemies to live to see old age. I place the average lifespan at about 150 years. At 85, in the best case, their health starts to drop like hell, usually due to the rapid cell regeneration turning cancerous at some point. It depends on whether they've had all their shots.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

All we can hear are the chimes when she walks closer barefoot. Lycaon is in his Lycan form, and he is monstrous. He stands on two legs. His fur is grey in colour and his eyes are red, deadly sharp claws, and long sharp fangs are on full display. The power oozing off both of them makes me shiver as I feel Aura come forward, watching them both walking closer to us. Aura is eager to see them, and I chuckle as her tail wags frantically. I bow my head in respect to them both and Selene stops in front of me.

“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.

My eyes were wide open in shock and fear. How could I forget; this woman was a God damned fully awakened lycan. “You dare try to strike me, Gabriel?” She roared. The entire matter had escalated into more than I had bargained for and it was going to escalate some more if I did not find a way out of it. A lycan mate is very similar to a black widow spider or a female prey mantis, their mates are always in danger. Mira's height was steadily increasing as her body morphed into its secondary form.

"A lycan." "And that is...?" "A lycan is a hybrid of human and werewolf," I replied but when she didn't react, I decided to expand on my answer a bit. "You must have heard about werewolves in folklore, right?" I asked and she gave me a small nod so I continued. "Well, a lycan is a more evolved version of a werewolf. A lycan in human form doesn't shift entirely into a wolf. We stay on two feet but some of our features turn wolf-like, our senses magnify, and our speed and strength increase."

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

Dane said. "He wasn't just one of the first Lycans, he was the very first created," Anastasios Martas added. "But he is not a cannibal…" Alora said. "Nope," I answered. "And he is evidently not out of control," Alora said again. Dane grinned. "Nope," I replied. "Why?" Alora asked. "Probably because he was made different," Raedwulf Lykaon grumbled. "So then the first Lycans only acted according to their nature?" Alora said again. Raedwulf Lykaon let out a groan. Alora made an irritated huff and kicked him on the side of his leg.

The Lycan must have had the same idea, because it dropped to the ground before me, cutting me off from my escape. The average Lycan was about six feet tall, well built and somewhere between brown and black. They had a lengthened muzzle filled with sharp teeth, and claws longer than my own. They stood on their toes like a common dog, using their oddly bushy tail for balance. They were also as comfortable on all fours as they were on two. But this information hardly helped me... Before me, was no mere Lycan... Before me was an alpha... Closer to nine feet tall, it towered over me. It resembled the man from the bar with its muscles on muscles. Its fur was jet black, with silver streaks down its

"No, and I'm starting to think it's something really bad. Or I wouldn't have been sold into slavery to you!" “Look, I don't consider you a slave. And I'll explain to you what a Lycan is: Lycans are like a kind of werewolves, but they are much more powerful and, also, they are the only ones capable of using magic. This means that having children with Lycan will guarantee a pure, stronger bloodline with incredible powers!” I couldn't believe it. They were using me to… Hold on! “First question: How can you sure? If I had some kind of power, I wouldn't be blind, would I? Second question; how would we have babies? We're not fated mates - or at least I don't think so - or anything like that.”