Lycan In Underworld Novels & Stories

"What desires?? How did you both get…" I knew what she was about asking. "He had traveled to the underworld to see a man by name, Lawst!! He wasn't going to seek answers but he was going to know who really Orpheus is and he happened to cross our territory and was captured by the lethal bloodsuckers, the…" "Lethal bloodsuckers??" Her eyes tore in horror. Probably she was familiar as fuxk with who really the lethal bloodsuckers were. The most revered clan in the underworld with the strongest army.

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

Alejandro replies, but it does… Dante’s words ring through my mind and with them I get a strong sense of foreboding too… “Dad!” Skyla’s voice came snapping me from my thoughts, and Alejandro cocks a brow. “Better go see what Lucifer’s incarnate wants.” He says, making both of us smirk. We see Skyla step out, frowning over something, and I remember her flashing eyes. “What is she?” I ask as both father and daughter disappear inside. Dante chuckles. “A Lycan.” I frown despite my shock. “Isn’t there only ever supposed to be one alive at a time?” I ask, Lycan’s were rare, one born every few centuries and now suddenly two in one lifetime?

I clutched my daughter tight, her tiny form acting like a living radiator, her soft glowing light showing the damp brick walls as we passed. Two hours felt like forever as we crawled through that forgotten maze under the city. These weren’t the tourist hallways, not even close. They were the old smuggler routes, the blood-paths of the Lycan underworld that humans never mapped. Eventually, Silas led us to a massive rusted iron door hidden behind a waterfall of storm runoff. “The Undercity,” Marcus breathed, and when Silas entered a complex manual override code the air changed, like the place itself was holding its breath.

My kind was created solely for battle, not compassion, not empathy, and definitely not love. Offsprings of Gala call us Lycans, a half-human half-beast. Some believe we were the first generation of Werewolves cursed by Zeus for trying to trick him into turning into a cannibal. Others believe that we were direct descendants of Selene, the goddess of the moon, the granddaughter of the primordial parents, Gala (mother earth) and Uranus (father sky).

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

Its eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity, a deep amber that seemed to hold ancient knowledge. "What in the world..." Elias muttered, his voice trailing off in disbelief. Luna's heart raced as she stared at the towering creature. She had heard tales of the legendary Lycan, a powerful being shrouded in mystery and known for their unwavering loyalty. But she had never expected to come face to face with one. The Lycan's gaze locked onto Alaric's still form, a low, rumbling growl emanating from its chest. It took a step forward, its massive paws leaving deep imprints in the ground.

The council had managed to dominate every bloodline that posed a threat to their reign—except for one. In their arrogance, the council believed they’d erased all traces of Lycan blood—the rarest and most ancient of werewolf lineages. Unknown to them, a single Lycan survivor had eluded their purge. Gifted by the Moon Goddess herself, Lycans were powerful beyond ordinary werewolves, linked directly to the earth and the cosmos. The Moon Goddess, foreseeing the council’s corruption, entrusted this last Lycan with the prophecy, charging him to protect it until the time was right.

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.

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.