Lycan Novels & Stories

My senses are all doubled and heightened at the presence of my wolf and my members have felt it. I am known to be composed and they seldom felt or saw my wolf and if they did, it overwhelmed them. I am a Lycan and an Alpha. are stronger, fiercer, and bloodthirsty than normal wolves. And the presence of my wolf right now exudes nothing but danger.

“I can’t do that, he is the next Alpha, you are not strong enough, if you were challenged we would lose the pack” James walks out leaving me alone. Have I been that bad of a father? I never played favorites. I’ve always been tough on both of them. James is right in something. I need to do something. I sit there thinking about my options and then I remember the pack in Alaska. They are mostly members of the lycanthrope council and elders. They won’t be fooled by a young alpha. I make some phone calls and that’s all arranged. Leon will leave in 3 months for Alaska. They will make sure he is training to become the best version of himself.

Luca is a Lycan and Lycans are known as the most possessive creatures, even more so than other creatures including werewolves who are in the same family as them. I saw the situation getting even more tense as Adam turned around and gave Luca a blank stare. I immediately stood up to stop this before it got any worse and took Luca’s hand, “Come on, I can get it myself. Thank you so much, Adam,” I looked at him apologetically and pulled Luca with me. I could hear Largo growling in my head as we walked past Adam who was still standing where he was. I didn't say anything and took Luca to look around to calm his anger. And during that

I know Lycans are allowed to claim weaker creatures. This felt like a warning…

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, reveal

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lyc

I questioned, my soul willing to hear a positive response. “Annatoria! Have you not been listening? You will get hurt during the rut. You are a human. Do you think this is one of the measly missions you love to fuck around with?” The veins in his neck were popping; his anger was undeniable. “The Lycan has been lenient towards you. Why don’t you take the chance to finish things by tomorrow? Why must you consider poking at the very thing that will destroy you?”

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

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 Firs