Lycan Origin Novels & Stories

Denitslava sat on her bed and crossed her legs. “See, the lycans are—” She wasn’t even done with the first sentence when Lean intervened. “So it’s true? I’m a lycan?” Denitslava rolled her eyes. “We’ll get there. Listen first.” “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, the lycans are one of the strongest and most direct descendants of the Moon Goddess. If you don’t know yet, the Moon Goddess was once a werewolf like everyone else that mated with a Supreme God, thus creating strong offspring and making herself a Goddess, as worshipped by everyone.

“Power,territory,bloodlines… sometimes hearts.” The last word hung between us, strange and heavy. I didn’t know why, but it made my chest tighten. “The Lycans are not like us,” Father said, his tone heavy, the firelight catching the deep lines of his face. “They were born before the wolves,they were born of the Moon’s first rage.” “Their power runs wild. And you can always tell one when you see them. Silver hair, pale as frost. It’s a mark the Moon cursed them with after one of them slaughtered his own mate centuries ago.”

"Although built like and possessing greater strength than beastly creatures, Lycans are creatures of peace and nature. Our Land is evidence of that. We possess no magic, but our Land is magical." "Possess no magic? Don't Lycans have the ability to control the four elements?" "Elemental abilities are different from magic. Creatures of nature are naturally blessed with abilities connected to nature. It was the moon goddess's will to make us that way. That's why Lycans are seen as a double threat—to creatures of magic and to Shape shifters."

The glaring problem was that none of it made any biological sense. Lycans weren't like ordinary werewolves. Our beasts developed much differently, and much later. While most werewolves connected to their inner wolves during childhood, Lycans often didn't establish a true connection until they turned sixteen, seventeen, or even eighteen. The stronger and more ancient the bloodline, the longer that internal awakening could take. Lucian's bloodline was unlike anything our world had seen before. He possessed rare shadow powers, a royal Lycan heritage, and the combined legacy of both myself and Alara. Nothing about him was ordinary.

Please, your dad - he made me promise I would get a message to you. I don’t stop. I’m tearing through bushes, jumping across logs, weaving through trees. I want to block him out. But I don’t. The Lycaon, they’re on the packlands. They’re calling in more of them. You can’t fight them all!, he links again. The Lycaon, named after an ancient Greek king, a sadistic f*cker who offered his son up willingly to Zeus. Now, the name of an elite group of werewolves made up of assassins, gifted wolves, and ex-military guns for hire.

“Well played, Alpha Dane. It seems like you already know my style. So what would you like to know?” “Everything. You say that Moonshine is the only pack of Lycans left. Where did they come from?” “The same as Wolves I’m guessing. Packs develop over time, created of multiple different……” “No… Where did the Lycan originally come from? We are children of the Moon Goddess.”

The air was thick with history, with something older than time itself. Aedric stopped in front of the largest tablet, running his fingers over the faded symbols. “This,” he said, “is the story of the first Lycan.” Lillian swallowed. “The first?” He nodded. “Before Lycans, there were only wolves and men. Separate. Weak. But then the gods of the moon chose one among them—a warrior who was neither fully beast nor man. He was the first of our kind. And he was given a mate.” His gaze flickered to her.

The Lycans -the royal children of King Endymion; Ares and Athena, sits together away from us. The Lycans are believed to be the direct descendants of the moon goddess, and are particularly an upgraded version of a werewolf. They are blessed with enormous power and beauty, and hence rules the spiritual world. "I woke up pretty late today." I tell Glinda as our legs find its way to the warlocks and witches' unit. I absentmindedly touch the Kwuazac neckpiece with my left hand. "...still having same dreams about the mysterious guy?" Glinda ask, raising an eyebrow.

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.

*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.