Lycan Definition Novels & Stories

He was a Lycan — a creature thought to be out of extinction since the time dinosaurs walked on Earth. According to legends, Lycans were werewolves; but they were more powerful, undefeated, intelligent, fiercer, stronger and deceitful than any werewolves could ever be. Unlike normal werewolves who walked on four paws, Lycans walked on two, and early philosophers who were unfortunate to meet them described them as ruthless and fearful creatures. Lycans were also regarded as the creators and gods of werewolves.

And thinking about it, all the descriptions only led to one knowledge he had about shifters and their predecessors who were considered extinct. ' Lycan...' Even at the mere thought of this, Jason felt his whole being tremble in fear as his instincts warned him to stay clear off.

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.

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."

She was serious, “What are you?” I was still a little surprised but I answered, this time, more confidently. “I’m a lycan,” I was so nervous though. It’s like that feeling when a little kid transfers schools and has to introduce himself in front of the whole class which is basically just a bunch of scary-looking strangers. “A lycan?” She raised her brows at me, “What’s a lycan?” “It’s like a werewolf,” Portia answered for me, “But they’re bigger and stronger and walk on two legs.” Jena looked back at her with a flabbergasted expression which was mixed with a lot of disgust.

The rest of Lee’s paper: Legend has it that the first lycan was named Vakatow, meaning "Origin" in the ancient tongue. Vakatow's creation was a manifestation of Selene's intense emotion, a sculpture carved from the very essence of her being. With a heart filled with love, she breathed life into Vakatow, and he emerged as a humanoid wolf figure, the epitome of elegance and power. This connection to Selene's emotions made the lycans the favored species, the inheritors of her divine legacy.

They are also stronger and clever than the Canids family. Lycans was made by Lycanthropy, through genetical experiments. They became rare these days because most of them died in mutation. " Everyone, you know that tonight, our territory was attacked by Rogues and we must invade them this time! Are you all ready to attack?" Lucian yelled out. All of them howled under the dark grey sky and their beloved mother Luna. They swiftly ran one by one and traveled North, the location where Ragnarok town was located. Lucian ran with his packs. They were in three groups with individual leaders.

I didn't know everything about the wolf world but I've stayed long enough to know that there is a system of hierarchy that is way more strict than the human world. The only set of wolves higher than an alpha is the royal family, they have lived for ages and unlike normal wolves, they do not age. The royal family are the first set of wolves the moon goddess ever made, their history goes way beyond civilization. They rule the wolf world with power and they are referred to as lycans, the current lycan king is Jacobi thoryan. The pack females love to gossip about him and daydream about being his mate.

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

“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.