Novel & Cerita Lycan

That was a conversation she was sure neither one of them wanted to have. “As you probably already know, Lycans are part of the apex predators and are at the top of the paranormal hierarchy. Unlike us, there are several different kinds of lycans. Going by Solomon’s indigo eyes, I’m going to hazard a guess that he has control over storms.” “What does that mean?” Lucia asked. That sounded cool and totally intimidating.

Gripping it by its tail, Lev grunted as swung it into another. My eyes bulged out; is this the strength of a lycan? Unlike cane wolves, Lycan were a hundred times stronger and their senses were more heightened. It was said they were once cane wolves, who sacrificed something of great importance to Nyctaris, the moon goddess of the underworld, for powers. I could only wonder what he had sacrificed. Their screech tore through the air of the forest before lingering as they kept coming, each taking turns to attack. But like an unforgiving beast he was, he took them down, their heads thudding to the floor.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

I asked him, but he didn't respond. He had ignored me for the past few weeks, which is unacceptable, especially if the pack is under attack. It had been up to me to pick up the slack since he hadn't been at his best. As I finished shifting, I surrendered to his control and retreated to the back of my mind. Unlike wolves, Lycans stand on two feet. Lycans are faster than wolves and more robust than our cousin species. Watching the trees blur by, I feel the cold wind hit my whole body as we speed up.

Every step away from her felt wrong, like walking against my own instincts. I needed a run to cool down. The night air hit me cold as I shifted. Bone cracked, skin stretched, fur tore through. In seconds I was no longer a man, but a beast—larger than any werewolf, black fur streaked with silver, eyes burning like the moon. A Lycan. Older. Stronger and Built for war. And right now, all I wanted to do was run back to her. ~~ The ride to the palace took half the night.

Lycans were a myth. “I’m serious, Zaliver,” I said with my lips pursing at him. “So am I.” I shook my head at him not believing him. “Think about it. A species similar to werewolves but are way too different from them—stronger, faster, and better than wolves. I command all wolves. Come on, Vivian,” he said.

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

"You talk a big deal about your authority around here, let's just see how good you are at fighting," I wasn't the best fighter in my pack and I knew that, and from the look this girl was giving me, she wanted to embarrass me in front of everyone by showing me that she is better and I wasn't going to allow that. We circled each other as Garret told us that it is just simple man-to-man combat and no one can brutally injure anyone or shift into their Lycans. I remembered that the majority of them were Lycans. Lycans are the strongest species, they are quicker and stronger than wolves, and their form

“What do you think it is then?” Callan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “It would appear from the reports that we are dealing with a Lycan.” Lycans a decedent of a werewolf, however instead of walking on all fours in their beast form, they walked on two. Instead of bright yellow, blue, or sometimes even red in rare cases, lycans were known for their black, void-like eyes. I let out a snort before letting out a laugh. “Those are only in fables and fairy tales, babe.” I continued to smile before my fear was becoming a reality.

"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