Lycanroc Novels & Stories

Large paws and sharp teeth lash down, preparing to scoop up their next prey. "Lycans." Her eyes opened once more. The depths of her baby blue irises were inky in the reflection of the box's glossy shell. This was the soul of three powerful lycan warriors. It was trapped in the box. A strong and quick beat begins to take over her heart. They were rare, cursed, and wanted. Lethal. Powerful.

My heart pounds, a deafening percussion in my ears that mirrors the thudding of my pursuers. Suddenly, emerging from the inky shadows of the forest, a herd of Lycans appears to block my path. Their forms are grotesque parodies of both man and wolf—upright figures covered in coarse fur, their snouts elongated, their eyes glowing an eerie, malevolent yellow. Muscles ripple under their fur as they snarl, displaying long, lethal fangs that are built to tear flesh from bone. The very air around them seems to thicken, heavy with their ominous presence.

Just as they circle each other, Zachariah growls, "No turning to smoke... you turn to smoke. I pick up the weapon." The general nods and other than his wings that are made out of his smoke, he hardens himself and then attacks. The general knows that he can't kill this Lycan, but there is much he can do without killing him and he is going to have so much fun doing so. ------

They are also stronger and clever than the Canids family. Lycans was made by Lycanthropy, through genetical experiments. They became rare these days because most of them died in mutation. " Everyone, you know that tonight, our territory was attacked by Rogues and we must invade them this time! Are you all ready to attack?" Lucian yelled out. All of them howled under the dark grey sky and their beloved mother Luna. They swiftly ran one by one and traveled North, the location where Ragnarok town was located. Lucian ran with his packs. They were in three groups with individual leaders.

“Look. They’re different monsters.” Everyone stared intently. Scott narrowed his eyes. Yes, they looked different. Lyall's Lycan was larger and had a mix of gray and black fur, while the Lycan in Scott's memory was jet black. "Carl, are there really other Lycans besides Lyall?" Darius asked. "I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it."

I simply smiled at her, knowing Rachelle was now on fire. “As we witnessed the game, the king will personally award the prize to the winner. Lady Anastasia Cullen didn’t only outsmart her opponent but she also showed good sportsmanship, grace, and strength as she won flawlessly,” the announcer said. Darius took a medium-sized box from the table. “This token symbolizes the history of Lycans. From what you have shown earlier, you’ve earned this prize,” he said, handing me the box. I was about to take it when our hands touched. I tried to grab the box from his hand, but he intentionally held my hand.

she said, narrowing her eyes. Liam rolls his eyes. “She is harmless, you guys are speaking at nothing,” said Daniel. “Harmless? What harmless? Have you seen her last night? Her hair was all silver, her eyes were all silver, and her skin was diamond. Have you ever seen this before? We can say that it is natural but ask any of the gods if they created her?” said Mila. “Mila, I know she is different, I know she has links with the darkest side of humans but she has nothing to do with all this. She is harmless guys,” said Daniel, annoyed.

The rest of Lee’s paper: Legend has it that the first lycan was named Vakatow, meaning "Origin" in the ancient tongue. Vakatow's creation was a manifestation of Selene's intense emotion, a sculpture carved from the very essence of her being. With a heart filled with love, she breathed life into Vakatow, and he emerged as a humanoid wolf figure, the epitome of elegance and power. This connection to Selene's emotions made the lycans the favored species, the inheritors of her divine legacy.

While the birds chirped, he reminisced on the serene, yet ethereal silence that fell over the place. Covered in lush greenery and mountains adorned in moss that leaped in folds and bounds throughout the vastness, this hidden home of lycans remained just the same as Darren remembered. Soft wind blew amidst the quietness, causing a melodious whistle to resound all around the place in harmony. This was Darren's hometown. The secluded home of his kind- Lunaria.

I felt like my whole world had been ripped away from me in that moment. Jacob became furious and suddenly he started to change. His body started to grow and contort, and his skin became dark black. His eyes were glowing red and he had fangs. He had become a big black and scary werewolf. I was beyond terrified. I had never seen anything like this before. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't bring myself to move. Jacob was growling and snarling, ready to attack Alpha Damien. I was so scared that I could barely breathe.