Lycan Novels & Stories

Your support means everything to me, dear lovers of My Lycan. — Dee_jonah

My heart pounds, a deafening percussion in my ears that mirrors the thudding of my pursuers. Suddenly, emerging from the inky shadows of the forest, a herd of Lycans appears to block my path. Their forms are grotesque parodies of both man and wolf—upright figures covered in coarse fur, their snouts elongated, their eyes glowing an eerie, malevolent yellow. Muscles ripple under their fur as they snarl, displaying long, lethal fangs that are built to tear flesh from bone. The very air around them seems to thicken, heavy with their ominous presence.

Lycans are a race of half human and half werewolf. When they shift, they become rabid and powerful beasts that could easily tear you limb from limb. They stand on their two legs like a human, but their overall appearance is that of a wolf. They are beautiful and magnificent creatures - well, unless you are the recipient of their attack. Their human forms are even more magnificent because it is their human side that prevails.

I explained. “And you don’t know where you are, right?” Bennett asked. I nodded. “Well, you’re in the Lycan World,” Bentley informed me. “What’s a Lycan?” I frowned. “A Lycan is a nomad that has the ability to morph into a wolf at will. In both nomad and Lycan forms, you have enhanced senses, incredible strength and speed ,and the size of your wolf is determined by your strength, as well as your blood. Lycans reside in groups called packs. Each pack has an Alpha Male and Female, who are the highest ranking of the wolves. They are the

“And every month, when I wasn’t… he would beat me as if that could force my body into giving him what he wanted.” “He knew.” Cain says. “That’s probably why he set such an absurd reward for finding you.” “I guess so.” I shrug. That knowledge isn’t exactly inspiring. “And that doesn’t mean you can’t have pups.” Aeron states and I look back at him at the tone he’s used. “But…” “You can’t have his pups. And that makes sense, he’s a Mutt. We are Alphas.” I gulp, my eyes are so wide right now. I think I’m trembling again. They want the same thing as Silas. They want these Lycan offspring too. I’m just a walking womb to these people. A gestational test tube.

It already drains my energy just preparing to go out, but I never regret anything that happened a while ago. After the rollercoaster of my emotions, Winston finally took me out to walk around his mansion inside Lycan territory. It's a place where I had the hardest time sneaking in. Lycan has a really good sense of smell; even if I change my appearance through disguise, they can always tell that I am not part of their clan. Additionally, everyone here hates the smell of Healers so my nature as a Healer increased my difficulty in blending with them.

Her claws were delicate yet deadly, her eyes glowing with pure silver light. The lunar mark on her forehead continued to shine, casting an ethereal halo around her. She stood perfectly balanced at the edge of the fountain, the water reflecting her majestic form. Shaina’s breath caught in her throat. She took an involuntary step back, hand flying to her mouth. “Liliana…?” Matthias froze completely. His eyes widened in disbelief, golden irises reflecting the silver light. His voice came out hoarse. “You’re… a Lycan. Not just any Lycan. A true one. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.”

The sun was about to set and the yellow lights were turned on in every cottage, making the whole town look beautiful. It was foggy at the peak of the mountain, but I could clearly see the Soare-Luna mountain, which was the tallest mountain in Jivan. Soare-Luna meant Sun-Moon mountains because it was said to be the land of both Sun worshippers – vampires – and Moon worshippers – werewolves. It was said to be the home of God Sol and Goddess Luna. And the Lycan river originated at the top of the mountain. But for some reason, no one had ever made it to the top. I imagined that if it was so beautiful here, it must be exquisite at the top where one would be able to

He was not being gentle at all and I could feel the way he was holding back from really, really hurting me. Lycans were fierce in everything and they were animals when it came to sex. That is why it took his brothers a harem to satiate their hunger. And my lycan prince was restraining himself to not let his anger take hold of his mind. Just how could he even think and process this much while also making me crave for more of him. His fingers knotted in my hair again and he pulled it back as his teeth nibbled at my skin, leaving bite marks down on my reddened flesh. My nipples were already hard and straining against his touch, not

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.