Lycan In Underworld Novels & Stories

"Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger." "Danger?" You repeat the word in disbelief. "And what makes you say that?" "We believe it has something to do with the balance. And also the concept of reproduction." This time the wizard, Lionell, responds. He snaps his fingers in the air and the very same leather book appears in front of him, wide open. "In the past, Lycan's were the protector of the realms. Their agility and incredible strength were the reasons why the gods bestowed them the title as "The Keeper Of The Gates". They were all females. And strong ones, however, one hostile bat

And now reborn. Miralva raised the bowl one last time. “May Demyan be the balance between the eras. May Susan, daughter of Morrigan, be protected by all the clans. And may Dmitry Rurik, Lycan God, receive today the confirmation the world has been waiting for:” All the elders, still kneeling, repeated in unison, their voices reverberating through the stones of the mansion: “The Divine Lycan Has Awakened. And we bow before him.”

The Lycans -the royal children of King Endymion; Ares and Athena, sits together away from us. The Lycans are believed to be the direct descendants of the moon goddess, and are particularly an upgraded version of a werewolf. They are blessed with enormous power and beauty, and hence rules the spiritual world. "I woke up pretty late today." I tell Glinda as our legs find its way to the warlocks and witches' unit. I absentmindedly touch the Kwuazac neckpiece with my left hand. "...still having same dreams about the mysterious guy?" Glinda ask, raising an eyebrow.

Shadows slithered like smoke, and the walls pulsed faintly, alive with something ancient. At the far end, on a throne carved of obsidian and human bones, a demon stirred. His eyes burned like twin suns in a pit of flame. “This,” Lyra whispered, her light the only thing keeping the dark at bay, “is where it all began.” Ryker’s breath misted in the cold air. “Where what began?” “The first Lycan,” she said. “The blood that runs through our veins was not born in the North. It was born here — in the Mayan underworld.”

Gripping it by its tail, Lev grunted as swung it into another. My eyes bulged out; is this the strength of a lycan? Unlike cane wolves, Lycan were a hundred times stronger and their senses were more heightened. It was said they were once cane wolves, who sacrificed something of great importance to Nyctaris, the moon goddess of the underworld, for powers. I could only wonder what he had sacrificed. Their screech tore through the air of the forest before lingering as they kept coming, each taking turns to attack. But like an unforgiving beast he was, he took them down, their heads thudding to the floor.

Lycans were a myth. “I’m serious, Zaliver,” I said with my lips pursing at him. “So am I.” I shook my head at him not believing him. “Think about it. A species similar to werewolves but are way too different from them—stronger, faster, and better than wolves. I command all wolves. Come on, Vivian,” he said.

“Over there in the recliner is Dante. He is a Lycan, and he is just a toddler at 834 years old. I’ll explain Lycans, after introductions.” “You have all met Sarah Jacobs. Sarah is a Lycan-Human hybrid, and she is an infant at 147 years old.” “The three of us are three of your four Guardians. There are four Guardians that have been assigned to protect Rana.” “The legend goes, Rana was created when Lilith, Tefnut and Shu became a threesome and had a child together. Rana ruled the Underworld with an iron hand. She was fair, but firm, and a little ruthless. Somehow, Rana made an enemy of the Norse God Tyr. Tyr is the Norse God of Law and Order. Tyr hunted Rana and wanted her to pay for her wrong

Darren shifted out of instinct, his legs turning into hinds of a dastardly dangerous bipedal beast. In a matter of minutes, Darren turned into a man-wolf, appearing dominant and awry... A vivid painting of a legend, a myth told over centuries of existence. The first generation of the cursed race of moon howlers... A true Lycan! He nimbly lept on a wall, causing a loud bang and climbed the building to the top with his sharp claws. The walls sustained marks, causing several bricks to break in and fall, but Darren didn't mind. In fact, he only acted out of instinct now as he'd lost all rationality.

Ryan asked, trying to keep up a defiant face but I could see that he was going weak. Interesting!!! "Hmmm, why do you have so many prisoners?." The man questioned again, staring at the vastness of the dungeon. "You haven't answered my god damned question!!." Ryan scowled and the man looked at him for a few seconds before heaving a sigh. " That should tell you that they are nonsensical and irrelevant questions that aren't worthy of an answer but nonetheless if you want to know... I'll tell you. I'm Lycan King Kye Blackwood, leader of the lycanthropy. " He said and a gasp escaped Ryan's lips while I just giggled in ecstasy.

James scowled, “I didn’t fuck it up Mikey… we just got-“ James didn’t get to finish his sentence before the Lycan punched him hard across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. The Beta didn’t even get a moment to breathe before the Lycan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up in the air with just one hand. James struggled against the hand tightening around his neck, panicking as his vision started going dark. The Lycan snarled at him. “Don’t ever fucking call me Mikey again, My name is Michael Blackthorn! Son of Cedric Blackthorn…. I’m the fucking heir to the Lycan throne! You’ll show me some respect else I’ll make you regret the day you met me.” Michael snarled at James.