Lycanroc Novels & Stories

"A Khyrador? I have lived a very long time, Lycan, and I have never heard of such a absurd thing." ​"That is simply because their kind no longer exists in our realm," Malgron replied smoothly as he already has the answer. "Not anymore. He is the last surviving member of his race. But do not let his small numbers fool you. He is impossibly strong. Far more powerful than any warrior we have ever encountered. He possesses the terrifying ability to steal powers from others and transform himself into whatever he desires. He operates much like the Forged, but his raw magical power is higher. Much higher."

Much closer. The torches surrounding the sacred arena suddenly extinguished one by one. Darkness swallowed the chamber, and from somewhere beyond the broken gates, footsteps approached. Heavy. Controlled. Powerful enough to make even Alphas instinctively lower their heads. Icarra’s pulse thundered because deep inside something ancient within her already knew who was coming. The darkness parts slowly. A towering figure steps through the shattered gates, not wolf, not entirely human, Lycan. Silver-blue eyes sweep across the arena before locking directly onto Icarra, every instinct inside her screams danger. The stranger studies her stomach carefully, then smiles.

It growled and I silently prayed it didn't kill me. Until I finally saw it. The Lycan it had blue reddish eyes and was very big compared to the one it just killed. This was definitely a rare breed which I have never heard of. Probably a hybrid of some sort and definitely more dangerous than the Red Lycan that was chasing me earlier. It looked at me silently as if studying me. I was nervous but made sure not to make any movement just to safe myself. And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me.

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus."

She turned her face toward the alcove, her silver-grey eyes narrowing into sharp predatory slits as she tracked the physical status of her twin heirs. Leo and Maxim stood hand-in-hand in the stone dust, their small five-year-old frames perfectly rigid, their gold-rimmed irises burning like twin suns through the thick chemical smoke. The ancient Lycan marker inside their pure bloodlines was still fully synchronized, their shared genetic aura projecting that physics-defying kinetic shield that held the deep-sea gravity completely at bay. But thin trails of dark blood were now escaping from both of their nostrils, their small lips trembling from the immense, terrifying physical pressure of hold

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

He groaned and yelled as he smashed his folded arm on the walls of the underground out of anger, which led to the bleeding of his arm. The sound of a horning train made him look towards the coming moving train, which was still very far from him. He continued to groan and yelled as the bone of his human body began to break and in no time, his lycan body appeared. He was now in lycan form as the coming train filled with little children who were going for a school trip continued to horn. But then, he refused to move out of the road while the train got even closer and closer. In no time, he leaped and jumped on top of the train as it began to hit it with his lycan supernatural strength while the

The beast was standing on two legs, its giant paws twice the size of my face, not to mention its broad and massive body. A Lycan. But somehow the Lycan who stood in front of me, looking at me curiously did not appear to stare at me murderously. His broad body was covered in fur and he was as tall as some of the small, short trees. But his strength seemed impressive. If just running into him accidentally crushed my rib, I did not want to wonder what would happen if that beast raised his claws to attack me. And that thought automatically made me stare at his hands.

“It’s not a forbidden sorcery, brother. Rest assured. It will not stir the order in Erganiv. I will be held responsible if I put this domain in danger. And as for the wolf nation, don’t you think this is the best time to reclaim it?” Lord Azhir hardly shook his head. “They are autonomous for a reason. We don’t meddle with their affair unless the security of Gwiazda is at risk. It’s peaceful in their territory now. Leave them alone.” “As you wish, brother. But the female in my possession will serve me. She is not an Alsacheri but a Lycan.” “If she can replace your mate, do whatever you want.” Drite scoffed. “Remina is irreplaceable.”

In walks Tirian, Ryota, Rock, and Calex. “This is Tirian, Ryota, Rock, and Calex. They are all gemstone dragons. Tirian is a blue sapphire dragon, while Rock is a white sapphire dragon. Ryota is a tourmaline dragon and Calex is a citrine dragon.” I say. “Hi, I am Ty.” She replied. “Nice to meet you, Luna.” Rock states.