Romans & histoires Lycan

That might have gotten you shocked, I know. My name is Jason and as you may have guessed, I am a male werewolf with a hidden past. A past which I had held in high regard and which I believe won't wash away. It was a very remarkable experience. The past experience was that of my past lover and I. We had been so loved up so much that I was shocked to the bone marrow when she died leaving me behind. Before she died, she had promised that she would be back to be with me once more. I had held on to that promise and looked out for her but I never did see her.

I will not think twice about taking her life. Lycanthropy is derived from the werewolf species. They are unable to transform into wolves because they are more in sync with their human side. Lycans are half-wolf, half-human hybrids. They have the ability to grow teeth and claws, have amazing eyesight, and recover in the same way that werewolves do. They do not transform into wolves.

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.

Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life. “No…” I whispered, but my voice was overshadowed by the happy claps from the pack members. At that moment, I began hearing whispers— I swear I could feel fingers pointing at me. Someone in the crowd whispered, “But Ariana is his mate.” Another voice followed, sharp and pitiful, “Guess she wasn’t enough.” “Politics,” a man muttered. “Lucien Blackwell owns half the Council. The boy made a smart move by choosing his daughter.” My heart

"What about your other side? Werewolf?" He shook his head. "You are almost correct, but not exactly a werewolf. I am a Lycan. I am sure you have heard of those." Freya dropped her spoon as he mentioned that. Lycans? She thought they no longer existed. "In case you are wondering the difference, a Lycan is almost like a werewolf, only that Lycans are bigger, faster and stronger. That's all." She nodded. "Why do you keep it a secret?"

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.

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

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

Seconds later, with my head angled to the side, I asked, “What’s that?” “Every month, the Lycan experiences intense pain that can only be relieved by fucking his mate." My face was blank, but my mind was already calculating things because what this dude just said made zero sense. "I'm not lying, Anna," Kaelen added, and with a simple fake cough, I acted as if I wasn't wondering if the Lycan had a monthfly flow or something. "For one whole week, his sperm is heated with the desire to breed his mate. It is a very big deal among mates."