Lycan Vs Werewolf Underworld Novels & Stories

The floors were a black marble tiles and the walls were painted fully white with golden spiral stairs leading to the floor above us. Multiple paintings of werewolves hung on the wall and the scent of Jasmine and lavender filled my nostrils. I noticed they were coming from the scented candles in certain parts of the room. I found Lycan sitting on one of his black leather sofas, a glass mug in his hand, his eyes fixed to the laptop on the glass table in front of him. The voice coming from the laptop made me realise he was having a video conference.

“In the flesh,” the man grinned, revealing pearly white teeth and canines that would never quite recede fully. I had never met a lycan. They were the things of legends, almost. They weren’t natural, as in they were not born. They had to be turned, akin to the human mythology of werewolves. Lycans retained their full wolf form, but with greater strength, speed, and stealth in both skins. The mark of a lycan, though, came at a cost. They were more bound to the moon, as only the moon could turn a wolf to a lycan. The loss of an opportunity to find your mate, and near immortality.

*Lilac* So unlike the stories that we were told about Lycans. I have come to realize that Lycans and werewolves are totally different from what we thought them to be and I live in a city of Lycans. Werewolves are ancient and have gone into extinction. These Lykae people though are just as humane as we are except they have beyond natural genes that are akin to that of wolves.. Which means they don't have wolves spirit living in their head, neither do they transform to wolves. They only phase out their magic from time to time.

Ryan asked, trying to keep up a defiant face but I could see that he was going weak. Interesting!!! "Hmmm, why do you have so many prisoners?." The man questioned again, staring at the vastness of the dungeon. "You haven't answered my god damned question!!." Ryan scowled and the man looked at him for a few seconds before heaving a sigh. " That should tell you that they are nonsensical and irrelevant questions that aren't worthy of an answer but nonetheless if you want to know... I'll tell you. I'm Lycan King Kye Blackwood, leader of the lycanthropy. " He said and a gasp escaped Ryan's lips while I just giggled in ecstasy.

I studied fighting techniques, learned how to wield weapons, and researched my heritage. If it wasn’t already obvious, my parents and I are lycans. Lycans are the less commonly known cousins of werewolves. My parents were unable to find a lycan pack to settle down in and decided to live as ‘rogues’ or packless wolves instead of joining a werewolf pack. There are several perks to being a lycan, as I have learned. My healing ability is far greater than a human’s and better than a werewolf’s. Unlike werewolves, silver and wolfsbane will not kill a lycan. Wolfsbane gives us headaches and silver just doesn't affect us. Lycans have larger wolves and are more powerful than werewolves. However, were

When Yennifer stumbled on the ground, Adoneram saw it and he quickly ran to attack Gerald using his pointed tail. "Don't hurt her!" He cried out as his long and sharp edge tail hit Gerald on his arms. It's begun to bleeds. It's a deep slash on his fur skin which made him screech in pain. He quickly took Yennifer as his bait to Adoneram. Lucian saw it and shifted into his werewolf form to get his daughter but the whole room was in chaos when a pack of lycans came. Alexis who had everything inside his backpack quickly took his killing tools to fight the lycans. They're a humanoid type of wolf and much stronger than werewolves but when Diana called her vampires, it a win-win battle between were

"You bought it or it's your sister's because this shoe size fits me." "I bought it, take it," he says and I get uncomfortable. "I'll pay you later, how much is it all." "I bought it for you, no need to pay it." Only thank you that I can say. If nothing had happened to Tharique and me, maybe I would have preferred him. "So how's that guy and what's your decision." I tell what I hear, what I see, and what I feel. I asked him to explain to me about Lycans and werewolves which both have different hierarchies. They are not of the same kind because the Lycan is superior to the werewolf.

This wasn't the first time the hunters were contracted to purge a place full of supernatural species, but this would be their first mission dealing with the Lycans. Rowan had heard so much about the Lycans but never met one because his informant said the species went extinct long ago. People often had misconceptions between Lycan and werewolf, thinking these two species were the same. No, they were different from each other. Lycan stood tall at seven to eight-foot height, and they didn't stand on four. They stood just like the humans did, whereas the werewolf stood on four. Werewolves and Lycans shared almost the same physical attributes, except that lycan was much more muscular in its prope

However, she would never confide this to me. Honestly, I wished our relationship was different. Werewolves and Lycans in the supernatural world were greatly envied for the other entity they always had on their side, in every situation and place. An entity that shared body and mind with them. A confidant who would never let them feel lonely.

“Pick one. I don’t care which one. Marry her and stabilize the realm before I lose what’s left of my mind.” Damian’s eyes opened. They were bright silver, which all Lycan’s possessed. The look on his eyes would have made a lesser wolf slit their own throat. “You think I don’t want a mate?” His voice came out quiet. The dangerous kind of quiet that Lucas had learned years ago to take seriously. “You think I am choosing this?” Lucas said nothing.