Lycan Creature Novels & Stories

My eyes widened as I saw a Lycan mercilessly kill Hyde! Wait, a Lycan! My nervousness doubled. I heard about Lycans before! Lycans are powerful creatures who look like werewolves but have the body of a human but are bulkier and taller. Their strength is triple or more than us! I stepped back and was about to run when the Lycan turned to me. He was panting as he started to turn back into his human form. “Are you hurt?” he asked. Because of fear, my vision turned blurry and I fell unconscious.

Squinting my eyes, I tried to see through the black, thick smoke. Two figures stood head on head with each other. One of them was a Lycan, and I mean a full Lycan. Standing over seven feet tall with fur covering its body. His snout was covered in blood, but so was the rest of his body. Despite his might, his fatigue was evident. His chest heaved up and down heavily, and one of his eyes was blood shut. A tear slips out of my eye as I take a step towards him. “Roman?”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

“Then we have mates. Humans call it soulmates. Unlike humans who search for theirs, the Moon Goddess—the deity watching over us—chooses our mate. Most find theirs after getting their wolf at eighteen, but some don’t until the time is right.” “Woah,” Mason muttered again. “That world is indeed complicated. Definitely not like folktales and movies.” He nodded slowly, then recalled something and asked Ste-phen , who had begun setting the dining table, “And Lycans?” “Lycans are stronger, faster, and tend to live much longer than werewolves, who have almost the same lifespan as humans. We were chosen as guardians long ago by the Moon Goddess. The bloodline continues.” Mason blinked, his expressio

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.

The Lycan's Secret Mate 1 Abused and Neglected: Liliana. I am Liliana, and my life has been nothing but misery and pain since my family died trying to save strangers. The pack that we were a part of was once a loving and caring community, but now it has turned into a place of cruelty and abuse.

Before they could react— A deafening, earth-shaking roar tore through the valley. The ground cracked and fissured. Purple flames spiraled upward. A creature climbed out of the smoke—twisted, massive, with horns made of bone and eyes that burned like dying suns. Aiden’s fur stood on end. "What… in the moon goddess’s name… is that?" Delilah whispered, "A Lycan-Born. A hybrid summoned through forbidden magic." Caleb’s wolf whimpered softly. Aiden snapped at him. "Don’t back down. We fight."

Blake sighed, sitting on a chair opposite his wife before disclosing, "She is an Olmpha, my dear." "Olmpha?" Anita couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows and stop crossing her hands, placing them on the bed instead. "What's an Olmpha?" He answered, "A fearsome being. A Lycan is someone that can solo three Alphas casually but when serious can even deal with 10 at once." His wife nodded her agreement, "Yeah, I know that."

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.