Lycan Werewolf Difference Novels & Stories

I opened the communication and braced myself for whatever he was about to say. ^Cosa vuoi?^ (what do you need) I asked, trying not to growl in annoyance. I could feel Aztec, my Lycan, stirring within me. He was growing impatient over the years, more so each day. Lycans are like wolves, but we are much more substantial. Werewolves only have human and wolf parts. Meanwhile, we have our human, wolf, and Lycan parts. In a way, wolves have it much easier because they do not have two beings barking back and forth at each other. Looking at it from that angle, I wished I was a mere werewolf because some days, Akela and Aztec’s bickering made it hard to concentrate.

He is a lycan. ‘There is no difference between a werewolf and a lycan.’ There was. Werewolves like us could shift on our own into our wolf form, while lycan’s would stand on their feet, who looked like a beast and had little control of shifting. They were much bigger than werewolves and stronger than us. They were terrifying individuals, especially when they were in their beast form. 'Flora. You listen to me—' I did not and muted Iris.

“The moon goddess is fair and just, Alpha Victor. Everything will make sense in the end.” “Nothing makes sense now, Glenda. Right now, I’m even having time recognizing who's the lycans of werewolves amongst my pack.” I looked ahead remembering my happy times in the pack when my stepfather takes me to visit the camps of rogue wolves and lycans at the outskirts. “It’s easy to spot a lycan from a werewolf. A lycan’s blood is forged with magic while werewolves are naturally born in the lineage. Both are creations of the moon goddess. Using a simple blood test, you can separate the two.”

- she lets out "Kind of, he was my friend, a powerful friend. He was the alpha of a pack of wolves just like I am, just like you were going to be" She laughs and it breaks my heart "You want me to believe that my dad was a werewolf?" "No, he was a wolf, I don't like that term, we don't change when there's a full moon” – I pause and look at her – “we evolved from that and we change when we need to or when our wolf takeover" "And you are saying I am a wolf?" - She asks "yes you are, and we wolves have a bond when we find our mate, the love of our life, the person/ wolf we will love more than anything"- she looks at me blankly - "you are my mate" - I say

Ramon has a sad, but amused smile on his face. "I'm almost three hundred years old kid wolf." He reminds me of our huge age difference. I frown at the way he has to tell me. "There's always going to be that huge difference. Do you want to wait until I look like a dried up prune and can't do anything but break a hip?" I knot my eyebrows. There's a long time until that happens, but still. "Baby, there's so much more to Lycan than you're considering." He let's out a sigh. "I want you to consider it before I seal any kind of bond with you."

I refuse to be lured so I don't answer straight away. "Longer than a werewolf I guess." Another chuckle and I get the feeling Rhys knows he's been one-upped. "You're right so that's a point for you" When did I start accumulating points? "A Lycan can indeed engage in a battle for a longer duration of time than even the strongest werewolves. We have faster speed, more agile agility, stronger strength, and smarter smarts" I don't find the urge to chuckle so I don't. What he's saying sounds super serious to me.

“But you felt your beast at twelve, why didn't I feel mine?.” Lena nodded slowly, like she was measuring her words. “That is because wolves and lycans are not the same thing at all. Wolves are more primal, tied straight to the moon and the pack in that raw, messy way. Lycans like Victor come from older, purer lines. Their beasts are controlled, powerful, almost royal. Even if you carried a wolf inside you, it would never balance with his. A wolf and a lycan trying to make a pup? The blood would fight from the first month. It could kill you during pregnancy. But look at you. You are well over eighteen now. If you had a wolf, it would have shown itself years ago. The fact that it never did say

he said, his tone turning serious. I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes. When our eyes met, I felt something inside me purr. “So, a lycan?” I blinked at him, having no idea what he was talking about. “Lycan?” I repeated, and he nods. “Lycans are far more superior creatures than werewolves. They can command alphas, betas, omegas, rogues—it doesn’t matter.” He explained, while I stared at him unblinkingly, wondering why he was telling me this.

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.

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.