Lycan In Underworld Novels & Stories

“Wish they’d destroyed me a few times.” “Darla seriously.” The other mutters. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying I don’t see how it’s possible. How a human can bear Lycan’s?” “She’s not just a human though, is she? She’s a Sullivan for fucksake.” The other hisses and then they both notice me. I wince for a second like I’m the one at fault, like I’m the one who should be embarrassed. “Luna.” They both gasp and bow their heads.

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.

His presence commanded obedience and respect as he walked through the room. This could only be the Lycan. I couldn’t breathe as I watched him walk over to my uncle. Like everyone else, Uncle Aaron was caught up in the magnetic presence of the lycan. Fiona and her mate's match had all been forgotten by everyone. I glanced over at her. Fiona’s eyes burned with fury, and I watched as she threw her drink to the floor. I couldn’t help but smile a little, but as I looked back to my uncle and the lycan, I saw the Lycan’s eyes on me. My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met, but he quickly looked back to my uncle.

“I am.” “Alright. Then listen to me closely. Once you arrive at the cave, you should light this incense on the fire and draw this sigil on the wall of the cave using the ashes of the incense. as you start feeling the cold breeze filling the cave, you should get on your knees and ask for The mercy of the ruthless Lycan Beast. If there is someone that can help you with your problem in this realm, it is the Lycan Beast.”

she whispered, wetting her lips, painfully aware of her pulse coming faster…and faster, roaring like the engine of a train that just kept gaining in speed, shooting down the tracks with no concern for either her safety or her sanity. Please, God, don’t let it be anything weird. Or scary. Or creepy… Torrance took a deep breath, then quietly said, “I know this is going to seem like a strange question, but what do you know about Lycans?” She blinked, not certain she understood. “You mean like in the Underworld movies? The werewolves?” A soft smile touched the corner of the redhead’s mouth. “Yes. That’s one interpretation.” Tourmaline wet her lips again, surprised to find that they felt a little

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.

"It's normal for you not to know. The legend about Lycan has long been a secret. After all, Quintin doesn't want another werewolf to threaten his status anymore." He continued, "Legend has it that Lycan is the lucky dog chosen by the Moon Goddess and the born king of werewolves. The Lycan has a stronger physique and a smarter mind than ordinary werewolves and does not have the annoyance of being crazy on the night of the full moon. Even when they shift between human and wolf forms, they do not have any pain. Shit! Speaking of this, I'm green-eyed with those Lycans. Each time this generation of Lycan dies, a new Lycan will be born. In short, there will only be one Lycan in each period. Every

“I’m the best bait we have. Young. Innocent-looking. They won’t see a threat until it’s too late.” Matthias stood so abruptly the chair scraped hard against the floor. Both hands slammed down on the desk. The heavy wood cracked straight down the middle under the force. “I will not allow it.” Liliana rose as well. Her own growl answered his. “I’m a Lycan. I have a better chance of survival than any female warrior we could send. Instinct under pheromone pressure isn’t something ordinary wolves can simply ignore. I can.” Their auras erupted at the same moment.

His silky dark hair is hidden underneath a crown and his scarlet eyes are scanning the area for a tiny figure which is hiding somewhere. Even without his wolf, Alexei’s senses are sharper than other werewolves. After all, he is a Lycan. Most werewolves shift when they are 18 but Lycans shift at 15. They are on the top of the werewolf hierarchy. Even Alphas cannot beat them in a fight and their blood is extremely valuable. They are born different and hence, rule over the other werewolf species. “Hee hee!” His sharp senses pick up someone’s snicker and he follows the laughter. It is coming from the small patio which belongs to his sisters, Anna and Maria. But he knows that they are at their da