Lycan Origin Novels & Stories

The rest of Lee’s paper: Legend has it that the first lycan was named Vakatow, meaning "Origin" in the ancient tongue. Vakatow's creation was a manifestation of Selene's intense emotion, a sculpture carved from the very essence of her being. With a heart filled with love, she breathed life into Vakatow, and he emerged as a humanoid wolf figure, the epitome of elegance and power. This connection to Selene's emotions made the lycans the favored species, the inheritors of her divine legacy.

“The god Taranus appears before the brave Lycan in the field of Athyn Rwy. Here they make love and the god promises abundance for the people of the Lycan’s vast pack lands. The god visits the Lycan many times and they produce many children. These children form the eight Lycan tribes. All packs of Lycans stem from these tribes and the tribes spread throughout the globe, creating many packs amongst themselves in all corners.” Lightning crashes outside and a massive storm whips up and I look at Malleus who’s stoic face does not convey the emotions I feel stirring within him.

Thanks to their clan founder for creating a barrier that the healers couldn't break, they retained their safety and ownership on such vast land. Lycans are 100% safe whenever they are inside the territory, but that doesn't mean life inside the territory is always joyful. The Lycans lack knowledge about finances, so the only permanent asset they have is their land; other than that, they are basically poor. They have a hard time purchasing medicines or even admitting any of them to learn medicine to help their community.

She looked innocent as always but an evil look covered Zhang Yang's face. "You don't have to pretend around me. You definitely ain't who you are pretending to be. I already got all of your data. " Li bai's eyes widened for a second. "How come he knows who I am? I made sure to cover my identity perfectly. How does he even knows that we exist?" she thought. "I don't know what you are saying. Be loud and clear," her eyes were slowly changing color and she mentally started cursing herself. She looked down, covering her side profile with her hair.

We stood in front of it. "Do you know what this painting is about? He asked me. "No, Ana did not know the meaning," I answered. "She would not. There are a handful of people who know about the story that is still alive." "This is Lycan Agnar. His story is the most known story of a Lycan mating with a human. There were only four documented since the beginning of time, as this was a rare case." "Now, let's start from the beginning, The first Lycan that was mated with a human female was Isaac. Since it had never happened before, he tried to mark her as his, but immediately he bit her. She lost herself."

Pushing back against the Lycans, I sprinted towards her, a streak of fur and determination. But the Outstanding Lycan, undeterred by my advancement, intercepted me with blinding speed. His crimson eyes bore into mine, a chilling calmness settling upon his face. "You're too late, Levi," he sneered. "By the time you reach her, she'll be nothing but a memory." A surge of desperation coursed through me, lending strength to my limbs. With a primal roar, I launched myself at the Outstanding Lycan, our bodies colliding in a furious clash. Claws met claws, teeth clashed against teeth as we fought for dominance.

The voice growled low but was heard by all the people that were there. Instantly, the man looked back, his eyes then caught up with the source of the voice that made everyone get goosebumps. Not only him, but everyone who was there turned their heads towards them. Especially the figure of a Lycan who now stands towering behind a ma,n who previously looked tall, now smaller than the Lycan that was staring at him intently. Lycan is the oldest mythical creature that lives on Earth. They are the purest form compared to their kindred creatures, werewolves. You could say they are the ancestors of the werewolf itself

"It's normal for you not to know. The legend about Lycan has long been a secret. After all, Quintin doesn't want another werewolf to threaten his status anymore." He continued, "Legend has it that Lycan is the lucky dog chosen by the Moon Goddess and the born king of werewolves. The Lycan has a stronger physique and a smarter mind than ordinary werewolves and does not have the annoyance of being crazy on the night of the full moon. Even when they shift between human and wolf forms, they do not have any pain. Shit! Speaking of this, I'm green-eyed with those Lycans. Each time this generation of Lycan dies, a new Lycan will be born. In short, there will only be one Lycan in each period. Every

"Why would Lycan want to see you?" Fiona asked me, a frown etched on her features. I thought of saying the truth, but but I couldn't imagine what to do if they know I have something with lycan. If I told the truth, would they want to get involved with Lycan. Or could kill me if he found that I'd tainted his image. After all, no one would want to get involved with a slave, right? The strange man cut in, "Lycan is interested in miss Sheila after their meeting last night," He paused to raise one brow, his face cold and blank as he stared right at her, "do you have a problem with it?"

Now with the studies Seraphina and Scarlett have me doing I have learned a lot about most of the other Supernatural species and the non-supernatural ones, most I didn’t know existed. I ponder over the short but detailed account of the original Lycans, going over in my head what this information could mean. It was really no surprise that the Lycans were created by the Moon Goddess to be protectors and like most protectors, the most powerful one was named their leader, their general, their King.