Lycan Destiny Novels & Stories

"The one and only heir to the throne of Khragnir. An apex predator. The beast that strikes fear into every enemy who hears my name." I let the words hang in the air. I scoffed bitterly, even with all my power, wealth, and influence, there was one thing I could not control, fate. I tightened my fingers around the edge of the windowsill as I stared into the horizon. My mind swirled with thoughts of what it meant to be a Lycan, a pure blooded one at that. Lycans, unlike werewolves, were destined to be with one person. The balance of the world itself depended on that pairing. A yin and yang. Two forces that needed each other to survive. It was a curse placed on us by Aeryna centuries ago as puni

It was my responsibility to foster unity and morale, ensuring that every member felt valued and cared for. My eyes fell upon Lucian, his form resting on one of the beds, his eyes gently closed. When Soren called Lucian the Lycan Lord of Chao’s I didn’t want to believe it. But hearing Lyra confess about Lucian being the Cursed Lycan King—the Lycan Lord of Chaos—seemed like a tear in the very fabric of our friendship. It was a secret she had kept, and its revelation left me feeling unsteady as if the ground beneath me had shifted.

"The Lycan lineage... It’s not extinct. Kyrian was a descendant of the first Lunas. She’s... she’s neutralizing the silver." "Not on my watch," Silas snarled. He lunged forward, raising the heavy, wire-wrapped club, bringing it down toward my skull with a force meant to shatter bone. I couldn't move. My hands were locked onto the net, my energy entirely focused on tearing the silver away from Eldrick's burning skin. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact. The blow never landed.

she asked curiously. Dominic gave a small smile. "As the Alpha of Xandaya, it is my responsibility to keep track of all lycans within our territory. We have been monitoring your movements and activities for some time, and it became clear to us that you are not just any regular wolf. Your behaviour, instincts, and the energy that you emanate all point to the fact that you are a lycan." Danielle listened carefully, trying to make sense of everything. "But how is it that I never knew about my true identity until now?" she asked. Danielle nodded, feeling a mix of confusion and nervousness. She had never imagined that her life would take such a dramatic turn, but she was ready to face whatever ch

I sit adjacent from her and cross my leg over my knee and fold my arms. "I'm not sure what you've been taught in that sorry excuse for a pack, but I'm just going to go everything. If anything, it'll serve as a refresher for what you do know." She puts pen to paper, waiting for me to fire off facts. I like this about her. It shows determination. She's going to be so good for this kingdom! "Alright, so our Lycan race started when a man named Tyberius Lycanus found himself displaced after a fire took his home and family. He spent several days roaming the next village over when a bountiful feast was displayed in the center square."

she asked. My brows raised, both for the first thing I saw on the letter and for my mind wondering who the hell Mi Destino was? “Mi Destino? Mi Vida’s brother?” enquired from Beatrice. Where did they get such names from? “Yes. What category should we put him under?” “Well, I have no plans of building his strength so let’s see if we could build his smarts. Hmm?” I replied Beatrice. A part of me wondered if I should be open and make Beatrice understand he had Lycan blood.

Balthier said gravely, "Promise me you'll stay calm after I tell you everything." "If you're kidding ... You really deserve an Oscar for your acting!" I chirped, but my eyes were a little tense waiting for the words to come out of Balthier's mouth. "You know? A Lycan can live for thousands of years, beasts and demons with powers beyond human reason. A Lycan has an Erasthai, or a life partner who will be with him throughout his life. A companion who will become the same devil. I ... am a Lycan, Balthier De Ville ... Blaze, your lover is my brother and also a Lycan ... And you Laila is the Erasthai of Blaze which means you will become a devil just like us. "

His dad growled. “I'm not interested in being someone's maid, damn it. I've heard how Johan treats the girls he dates! He treats them little better than slaves! “ Destiny said, finally losing her cool. Being a doormat in a loveless marriage was the last thing she ever wanted. Destiny was a Lycanthrope. Humans called them werewolves. As half-human and half-animal, they lived in packs. Away from the prying human eyes. A werewolf was used to living secretly, and each pack varied with different rules. Destiny was the daughter of the beta David and Helen Parr from the Moon Rock pack. One of the powerful and the most isolated pack in North America. However, there was one demerit at least in her pa