Lycan Destiny Novels & Stories

My father's Lycan watches me with a mixture of pride and caution, while King Blake's Lycan stands as a sentinel, commanding respect and obedience. The air is thick with the scent of change and power, and I know that this night marks a turning point in my life. I am no longer just Caden; I am a Lycan, a warrior, a son of the alpha. And as I look up at the moon, I vow to prove myself worthy of this new identity, to embrace the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead. The hunt for my mate may be just beginning, but I am ready, stronger than ever, and determined to claim what is rightfully mine.

A memory of the night before I found Ayla and the twins replayed in my mind; in my dream, the moon goddess had appeared to me and instructed me to find the Lycan princess and protect her. Lycans were an ancient bloodline of beings that had powers greater than what we knew as werewolves, but they had disappeared a long time ago, and I wasn’t sure how she expected me to find anyone from that lineage. The goddess had said she’d be in the woods, running away from her past, and I would know who she was when I found her. When I woke up, I tried to ignore the dream, but the woods felt like it was calling out to me, so I took a walk. That’s when I caught a whiff of her scent; it hit me with an inten

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'm fine now. And before you ask, how do I know that I will be serving a Lycan, the Moon Goddess has told me in my dreams. I asked her that how will I find her or him, but she just smiled and asked to wait for the right time; my destiny will take you to that Lycan." "Oh, okay!" I nodded about how to react to this. This was too much for me. "I will be leaving with Daniel today, and I'm not going to ask him to take you with us, so if your destiny is with then, I'm sure that your moon goddess might have planned something for you, and if not, then it will be final that you have to serve some other Lycan but not me. Is that okay with you?" "Why don't you ask your Lycan about it?"

the woman corrected. Grey? “That’s Killian’s last name,” Samantha pointed out. “I know. It makes sense since he’s your brother,” the woman informed. “What?” Samantha gasped. The woman finally turned around and something in Samantha stirred. “My name is Amaya Grey, and I am your biological mother. Killian is your twin brother, and I know none of what I’m saying makes sense, so I’ll start from the beginning. Your father is Edward Grey, a direct descendent of Khan Ulrich Grey, the Great Alpha of the Lycans. As you probably know, the Lycans have been rumoured to be extinct for a while, but that was until you and Killian were born. Killian’s destiny is to redeem the Lycans and restore order to th

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

Zaria scoffed, disdain and disgust dripping from her voice as she snarled in the back of my mind. I agreed with her. Raed Basil. Nazia Owaib. Caira Mirza. These three Lycans weren’t anything good. They must’ve been the ones fanning the flames in the dark and egging on the clan members to cause a scene here. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for the interest-minded clan elders to raid the residence of the Lycan Heir nominated for Lycan King in his absence.

And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me. Lycans were a very rare and dangerous breed but where I was from we were used to them ever since the alliance my father made with them. Our pack, the Silvermist pack had a war going on and that war that happened earlier was one of them. There were two Lycan groups: The blue Lycan and Red Lycan. My father thought it would be great if they formed an alliance with the Blue Lycan to defeat the Red because they were always trespassing in our Pack and would sometimes Rob the sellers at the markets which was what pissed my father off but sadly the blue Lycans never came they betrayed us.

He had calculated, controlled, dominated, but the raw, predatory inevitability radiating from me was unlike anything he had prepared for. Serena’s dagger wavered. Her motherly instincts screamed at her, yet the truth was undeniable. She could not stop what had always been written. I took another step closer, the forest around us trembling, shadows stretching, wind stilling. “Tonight,” I whispered, almost tenderly, “you will see. You will understand. Lyla belongs to me. Serena… you belong to me. And Kale…” My gaze locked on him. “You will not stop destiny.” The first flicker of motion came from Lyla. Tentative. Trembling. Yet determined. A step forward, small but resolute. Her hand tightened

And when the moment was right, I would strike. As the cards were dealt and the bets placed, I allowed myself one last thought of Hayley. My anchor. My heart. The reason I needed to finish this business quickly and return to her side. With her image in my mind, I turned my full attention to the game before me, ready to seize my opportunity when it presented itself. The hunt was on, and I, Roman Dante Lysander, Lycan King, would not leave empty-handed. Sylvester's days of cheating and killing were numbered.