Lycan In Underworld Novels & Stories

My body felt supple, powerful, and entirely biological. "The triplets? The global triage?" I managed to ask. "A dream of the stone," Killian whispered, his silver eyes flashing with a predatory light. "Leo, Maya, and Toby are not batteries or distributed hard drives. They are Lycans. They are out in the valley now, leading the Unbound on the first hunt of the Blood Moon."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

He would have stayed to fight but his mate was more important to him. Suddenly the ground shook violently. Deep cracks appeared and smoke poured out of the ground. The cracks widened and the ground tore apart, revealing a crater filled with burning hot fire. Strange creatures crawled and slithered out of the crater and started attacking the people, tearing them apart, unleasing the powers of the underworld upon the human world. "PROTECT THE CITY!",Cade yelled and all the lycan roared. They shifted into their beasts and ran towards the crater where hundreds of creatures from the underworld kept crawling out from.

“Look. They’re different monsters.” Everyone stared intently. Scott narrowed his eyes. Yes, they looked different. Lyall's Lycan was larger and had a mix of gray and black fur, while the Lycan in Scott's memory was jet black. "Carl, are there really other Lycans besides Lyall?" Darius asked. "I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it."

He could move things that resided deep underground and everything that connected to the soil. House Anasazi was the third house that gained the powers and blessings of turning into a Lycan. The Lycan of that House was the protector of the night. He could control minds, shadows, and the dead. Everything about him was connected to the dark, to the shadows that spoke to him. Then came House Landric. An arrogant Lycan who was given the power to heal others—to do the only thing he didn’t like. In the story that people always told…

“I've… never heard the word.” A tight, tired smile ghosted over Alex's lips, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped between them. “It's a curse.” He said simply, and I recoiled. “A lykaon, or lycan,” Tyler cut in. “Is what happens to our kind when we knowingly kill one of our own blood.” He looked far too relaxed for the current topic with one leg crossed on top of his knee and his arms across the back of the couch. “They are stuck in between wolf and man. Too human to howl and too much of a beast to speak. The worst part is that they are completely cut out of any Pack link.”

, Lycaon replied. "Welcome back, we have eagerly awaited you", Deucalion said. Lycaon chuckled, a sound that echoed through the chamber. "Time, Deucalion, time has been my ally. In the void between realms, I tapped into the very essence of the shadows. The power that courses through me is ancient, unfathomable, and all-encompassing." As the truth of Lycaon's ascent to darkness unfolded, a realization dawned upon Deucalion. "So, you've become something beyond our initial pact, something that doesn't require my allegiance anymore."

She clutched at her coat, her fingers trembling slightly as she kept pace with the others. Bringing up the rear was Lycidas, a warlock with the blood of mountain werewolves in his veins. His rugged features were softened by a perpetual smirk, and his eyes sparkled with mischief and a deep intelligence. Lycidas was the one who everyone trusted with the most important task of performing the spell to open the portal to the underworld, using the Eldershard Crystal that they were trying to find to give his magic the boost it needs to send the demon back to its realm, the underworld. His confidence was a stark contrast to Elena’s anxiety, and his easy demeanor provided a much-needed counterbalance

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.

Beside them rose Lycan’Dra, the crown’s domain. If Lycandra was instinct, Lycan’Dra was discipline—white marble cities, obsidian towers, runes spilling silver light across the skyline. Lycans lived here: stronger, faster, sharper than any wolf born beyond their borders. They shifted onto two legs—towering beasts with claws and fangs, minds untouched by frenzy. They were generals, tacticians, rulers. From the High Seat, the Lycan Kings governed both Lycans and wolves, their power descending from the First Shift.