Lycan Vs Werewolf Novels & Stories

I believed he hadn't expected me to shift so fast and was stunned when I sunk my sharp fangs into its neck before detaching the spine I had clamped over. The stench of blood quickly filled the air as I fought for my life while trying to keep an eye on Farrell. He was struggling. Of course he was struggling! The idiot hadn't thought of how difficult it would be to take down over fifty wolves without the swift shift every Lycan had. He hadn't considered also the fact that he was partially in human form and a stab to his heart could kill him.

And this guy had the audacity to mock me. In this world, there are two types of supernatural werewolf species left roaming. First, the Lycans. To werewolves, Lycans are supreme because we are of royal blood. We are the oldest and pure-blooded species, direct descendants of our moon goddesses. In my pack, my people are all Lycans living a humble life. That's why we prefer easing off our aura when we are outside our pack to not intimidate anyone that may cause unnecessary trouble. Secondly, werewolves, who are similar to wolves in the wild but are far bigger and stronger—the second creation, which is also vicious and bloodthirsty.

I spin immediately, a low snarl ripping from my chest as I face him again. But I am not alone in this form. He is already shifting too. His body stretches and expands, bones cracking and reforming as his skin darkens, limbs lengthening into something far more monstrous than a wolf. A Lycan stands before me, taller, heavier, broader than anything I have fought tonight. His eyes burn with cruel intelligence as he straightens, towering over me. I do not hesitate. I launch myself at him, my jaws snapping, my claws raking across his side as I aim for anything I can reach. I feel fur tear, hear his growl of pain, and then he backhands me out of the air.

That I’ve been thrown into a freezing river and I’m so far under the water I’ll never get back up. “The Werewolf gene is passed through the male line.” Cain explains. “Every male Wolf will produce pups because their genes are dominant. That’s why you’re not a Wolf because a female Wolf cannot produce pups with a male human partner. But with Sullivan blood, if you have offspring with a Wolf, they’ll not only be Wolves, they’ll be Lycans. Original Wolves.” I shake my head, shutting my eyes, burying them in my palms. “I can’t have children.”

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.

The war between the Lycans and werewolves was very fatal and many lost their lives. It was a fight for power, the werewolves felt the Lycans couldn't rule them anymore so they began to rebel against the Lycan king of them which was his father. Lycans and werewolves were very different in terms of power. Lycans were stronger than the werewolves. Lycans were more superior. While lycans could shift whenever they wanted, werewolves had to wait till the full moon but some werewolves could evolve into Lycans.

She had insisted we were mates a few other times, but I just blew her off as meaning because we were mated and marked. Even then, how could I have known?! Lycan’s hadn’t been seen or heard from in nearly two decades. I pulled an old and dusty book titled, ‘Lycan Anatomy Basics’. JACKPOT! I flipped the book open and began to read the old, yellowing, crinkled and tattered pages of the book starting with the differences between lycans and werewolves. According to the book, lycans were ten times stronger than the average wolf and were able to outrun wolves without difficulty. Their senses were additionally heightened but no one can genuinely measure exactly how much more they are heightened.

The Lycans was another species of wolves but really not Werewolves, they really do share the same features but got more abilities and agilities than the Werewolves, but this particular Lycans were no match to the wolves. . As fires were being set on the roof, a particular wolf jumped out from the roof and jumped on a Lycan, her first attack was actually a slash of claw in his belly and that made the Lycan stagger back in pain.. . The wolf proceeded with another slash as fury was written all over her face but the Lycan was swift enough to shift her belly in thereby shooting her ass out as if to bow. . The wolf staggered a little as he missed his opponent thereby giving the Lycan an opportunit

Despite Jason knowing that he was facing a lycan as his instincts screamed at him to back down, he stood his ground not willing to accept being subdued by anyone! Although being essentially the same race, the curse of lycanthropy in werewolves and Lycans set them apart. The latter were of pure cursed bloodline while the former were either turned by a lycan or birthed through a weak bloodline, thus causing the Lycanthropy curse to be weakened... On the other hand, however, Darren was cursed. He was weaker under the full moon. This was a battle that would test the strength of both generations, one at its peak and the other at its weakest.

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 cracked. Every word sliced deepe