Lycan Novels & Stories

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

If someone were to walk in they’d see the way he pinned me to the wall, our chests heaving in tandem, and would likely assume the worst. I sucked in a ragged breath as he removed his hand, only the air was thick with his scent. It rushed right to my head, coaxing a whine from my lips that I barely managed to smother in time. Lycans were a vicious, brutal race. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the half-brothers from hell. The blast should’ve broken your spine. Ryker’s eyes were dark with rage, yet I thought I saw something within them falter. It lasted but a split second, a fraction of a moment.

I was familiar with nightmares, I had a lot of them when Lea passed away but never had I seen anyone struggle to get away from one with such pain and was barely able to like she did. I had asked Lucas, a young man from the clan to gather every piece of information he could on her since Silas and I were busy. Today we were meeting with another Lycan pack on the west side to suggest an alliance. Silas and I were currently in front of the house of a young Lycan named Kallen, the son of the previous leader of that clan. He was in his late twenties and had a handsome face with a full set of fangs, but what I noticed the most was thos

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

The look in her eyes was a painful reminder of the divide between our worlds, and I couldn't help but wonder how she truly perceived me now—a mere lycan. In the midst of my contemplation, a faint sound of unfamiliar footsteps crept towards my apartment. My senses honed in on the approaching presence, detecting the distinct aura of lycans. I quickly approached the door, peering through the small opening, and confirmed my suspicions as shadows drew nearer. With a sense of urgency, I snatched a shirt and swiftly climbed out of the window. My body was familiar with heights, and even from the fourth floor, leaping down posed no chall

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at

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.

Zaria scoffed, disdain and disgust dripping from her voice as she snarled in the back of my mind. I agreed with her. Raed Basil. Nazia Owaib. Caira Mirza. These three Lycans weren’t anything good. They must’ve been the ones fanning the flames in the dark and egging on the clan members to cause a scene here. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for the interest-minded clan elders to raid the residence of the Lycan Heir nominated for Lycan King in his absence.

What else could have led her to take the desperate step of denying her heritage and living alongside another species? Just who was this Lycan? Had I only seen his mellow side up to now? If so, when would he unleash the real monster? And would I survive to see Lolo again? I’d never been so scared. I really hoped my instincts were wrong this time, the ones which told me he was capable of absolutely anything.

As if to make himself feel better, he started caressing Lucianne’s shoulders in soothing strokes while she explained to Dr Yeil that she had gone through every book she could find on irregular wolf features but nothing came up. “I must say that I’ve never heard of such a thing either, your Highnesses. But uh, my Queen, perhaps consider that the striped tail may not be a peculiarity exhibited only by wolves.” Lucianne pondered before responding, “So, you’re saying that I may have a peculiarity of another species, like a human, a vampire, or…” “Or a Lycan.” The doctor suggested. “Lycans are known to be generally more resistant to