Lycan Novels & Stories

"A lycan." "And that is...?" "A lycan is a hybrid of human and werewolf," I replied but when she didn't react, I decided to expand on my answer a bit. "You must have heard about werewolves in folklore, right?" I asked and she gave me a small nod so I continued. "Well, a lycan is a more evolved version of a werewolf. A lycan in human form doesn't shift entirely into a wolf. We stay on two feet but some of our features turn wolf-like, our senses magnify, and our speed and strength increase."

"Hey there, tiger!" Jebediah said, lifting the boy into his arms. He turned to Anna. "Anna, meet Ashmore, the brightest boy in his class. And..." he leaned in, his voice turning into a whisper, "he is the last living Lycan ." Anna froze. Lycans were the rarest breed of supernaturals. She stared at the plump, happy child with his bright green eyes and wide smile. She was absolutely not going to cry at a child. She absolutely was. This child was a living miracle

"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.

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

Picking out a pair of boots, I finished my get-up with a white shawl and headed out the room. The Lycan Clan were a little different from werewolves in terms of their ranking system. Unlike a pack where the Alpha held the highest authority of power, they had two decision-making leaders, namely the Commander and the Lycan Leader. The Commander, as the name suggested, was the leader of the military force. He trained the Lycans and led them to battle, and handled the security of the Clan. His force were the young and strong warriors. As for the Lycan Leader, he made th

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.

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.