Lycan In Underworld Novels & Stories

Luke spoke in his deep voice while tightening his grip over her. “Well, you are not saying anything else either! What is it! Are you enjoying seeing me struggling or what!” “Yes, I am.” Luke said, Raina froze as she looked at him and Luke said, “I am enjoying seeing you trapped between my arms and struggling to get out like a small little butterfly.” Raina smiled bitterly, “of course, you do, of course you love my suffering and not just you even moon goddess loves to see me suffer, since she has mated me to you.”

I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about. "Are you serious?" Max asks him looking just as confused as Ryan. "Do I suppose to know who this Lycan is or something?" Ryan looking lost. "Dude where the fuck have you been, under a rock?" Max says. "A Lycan is the original breed of werewolves, but they all died off many years ago. The Lycan king was locked away long before any of us was born," I tell Ryan before looking back down at Lester, hearing a couple of groans come from him as Donna stitch up his wounds.

The witches continued to chant, their incantations growing louder and more urgent, as they called upon the spirits of the earth to guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. The faes fluttered around the pyres, their magic intermingling with the smoke and flames, offering comfort and solace to those who remained behind. Jasper’s hand slowly slid into mine and I let him. I lazily let my fingers over his wrist and I felt that his nerve was literally bouncing up and down. So, the lycan prince was not as unaffected as he looked. I smiled ruefully as I let his fingers lock with mine.

And he sighed “I don’t want this, you do.” Since then, he paused after every spank to give her the opportunity to answer, “Submit!” “No!!” They carried on like that till reaching the twentieth spank. By then, she was breathing like an animal and crying like a Magdalene. “Do you want to carry on in this agony?” He mocked. “You are sick! You are a sadist!” “Of course I am. I am the son of the mad Lycan. What do you think I would be? You see Aikiz. I am a horrible man. You should never love me.”

Zeke stood there paralyzed as the lycan lifted her body to her full height and advanced menacingly towards him. Suddenly Hades appeared again, but this time he wasn't alone. Beside him was Lilith, the succubus and six other figures;the seven deadly sins of the underworld. "Lord Hades",Zeke breathed out in relief while the lycan roared at the figures that just appeared in the room. "Riven never fails to disappoint us",Mammon, the sin of greed muttered darkly as his eyes focused on the night sky where a blood moon glowed eeriely in the middle of the sky.

I could already sense that the creature was stronger than average Lycans. And then my eyes noticed the other footprints, it was bigger and deeper in comparison to size. Skeptically I touched the surface and a gust of harsh wind brushed past me leaving me stunned at my place. My eyes widen ever so slightly. It belonged to an extremely powerful creature.....A Lycan who has royal blood running in his veins. The recognition drew upon me immediately. Kaden Moretti. Only Lycan who could have any reason to come to this was him, Isabelle Morgan Yearwood's so-called Mate whom she might think will save her.

Pearl was sitting in the front yard with her sister, Katty, trying to get a handle on the moment. "Yes, and no, they are special. Their ancestors bio-engineered the lycan race thousands of years ago. The alchemist and other supernatural beings never expected the lycans to be able to reproduce and produce offspring, but they were able to do that. The original Lycans were dire wolves, and many remain so, like Vergel, Ethan, and Finn. The three were, um, unique; they have wings and can wield magic."

Hrolf questioned her. "A Lycan is the one who does that, if you read the methodology of the Uranus you will see what a Lycan is, I have read about it before, a Lycan can control his transformation and has unbelievable power, they are rare and they can be seen just once in a century," she explained. Hrolf was amazed by what he had just heard from Ashina, he had never seen this part of her before and he was surprised. "Where did you get that from?" He asked her.

The voice growled low but was heard by all the people that were there. Instantly, the man looked back, his eyes then caught up with the source of the voice that made everyone get goosebumps. Not only him, but everyone who was there turned their heads towards them. Especially the figure of a Lycan who now stands towering behind a ma,n who previously looked tall, now smaller than the Lycan that was staring at him intently. Lycan is the oldest mythical creature that lives on Earth. They are the purest form compared to their kindred creatures, werewolves. You could say they are the ancestors of the werewolf itself

Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life. “No…” I whispered, but my voice was overshadowed by the happy claps from the pack members. At that moment, I began hearing whispers— I swear I could feel fingers pointing at me. Someone in the crowd whispered, “But Ariana is his mate.” Another voice followed, sharp and pitiful, “Guess she wasn’t enough.” “Politics,” a man muttered. “Lucien Blackwell owns half the Council. The boy made a smart move by choosing his daughter.” My heart cracked. Every word sliced deepe