Lycan Vs Werewolf Underworld Novels & Stories

he spanks me on my right cheek lightly. A lycan is far more superior in ranking and body structure than a werewolf, a werewolf Alpha is nothing compared to a lycan Alpha, the latter in the case of a fight has strength which is equal to that of the former ten to fifteen times. They have got the tactics, knowledge, tricks, everything that might be needed through life.

He then asks, “Do you wanna take a guess, Ms. Mackenzie?” Without delay, I answer, “Werewolves are much harder to find than lycans. A werewolf when transformed looks just like an ordinary wolf while a lycan looks like partially human and partially wolf, making them easier to identify.” I pause before I can add anything more that may pique their interest about me or worse, that may reveal my secret. Errol bobs his head in agreement while clapping his hands. He says, “Ms. Mackenzie is right.”

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

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.

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.

Luke continued. “Drakes thinks big, I don't think he would go for White Wolf`s pup just to only get the power to control rogues only. He wants to control the Lycans too and to do so, he would have to aim higher. And there is only one being who could easily make any werewolf, Lycan, or rogue obey them by force if they wished so." I said to Luke while thinking of how Drakes had arrived at that prom in Alucard`s form.

– I use my Alpha tone “That doesn’t work with me Alpha, you can use that tone of voice as much as you like, I am not a wolf, and I don’t obey you” The council has one member of each species, I command our council, we have one representative from the wolves, one from the vampires, one from the angels, one from the demons, one from the humans and we have one from the witches. Why the fuck would they want her seat? “You know that Lorena is the voice of the Witches” – I say

Unlike us werewolves, the Lycans had more luxurious houses, mostly for those with higher positions. Well, since a lot of Alphas and packs from around the world were coming, we were in a long queue where the Herald was announcing names of the people who arrived, but seriously, it was not like the Lycans really cared about us. Lycans and Werewolves never really got along, and it has been that way for centuries. Lycans and Werewolves only needed each other when it came to wars they knew they couldn't win. As it was finally our turn, we entered the beautiful house. Dylan was my partner today, and he definitely helped my nerves cool down while Jules went with Dylan's Beta, Carolina.

The beast roared and slammed Caleb into the metal floor, denting it. “It’s pointless,” the Lycan growled. “As Lycans, we are superior to werewolves.” He raised his arms. And his voice boomed like thunder. “WEREWOLVES. BOW.” A surge of ancient power radiated toward us. It was primal. Built into the supernatural hierarchy itself. Caleb’s face contorted in pain. Cameron staggered. But we didn’t fall. Nothing happened. The Lycan blinked. “What—?” Cameron smirked, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

Nick still held my hand and never left me even at my lowest point in life. In the werewolf world, there is a lot of hierarchy. Everyone has a boss, and everyone wants to become a leader as well. As much as everyone wants to rule the clan, in the same way, clans fight other clans to be renowned and called strong. When a member of a clan is known to be strong, he or she is prone to back stabbing and that's what really happened to me. This is what the werewolf works feels like, everyone tries to secure their place and for their own selfish interest.