Lycans Meaning Novels & Stories

“No, scrub that. The Lycan might not have a sense of humour and he’s bound to be monitoring this. Say it was called ‘Girl Power’.” “Encouragement. I like it,” came the calm response. “Remember Jack and Jill, our friends in school. I think that should do.” “What’s that about?” “Look it up. I’m hoping he doesn’t know his nursery rhymes, either. The initial fairy tale reference must have passed him by or we wouldn't still be communicating. Just how deadly is the Lycan King anyways? “You don’t want to know,” Connor said. The reference to Humpty Dumpty had me rolling about. If my sister was cheerful, then so was I.

*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.

Scarlet replied. NOTE: Lycans have a completely different meaning in my book. They are just huge wolves, the double of a normal wolf, with thick white fur and distinct violet eyes, blessed with enormous strength and extinct species, but our Astrid is the only one to exist in the present time. Maybe she got her genes from somewhere you'll know about. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

It’s gonna take a while to wrap my head around it. Most of us never cross paths with Lycans. They are called the wolves of wolves. They are bigger, stronger, faster, more intelligent, and more vicious than any other wolf. Just the thought of being related to them fills me with fear and disgust. Slamming by laptop shut, I push away from the desk. It’s late, and I need to sleep, but I’m wide awake, my mind going in two hundred different directions. I have to slow down and focus on one problem at a time. Maya first. She’s the key to our future. And fuck me, I wish she wasn’t. She has had such a difficult life already, does she really need to shoulder another burden.

I was startled by his sudden question. “Lycans? I’ve only read about them in books.” “What did you read about them?” “That they were vicious creatures and are threats to society. In almost every werewolf teen show, Lycans are portrayed as the villain.” He chuckled. “Teen shows, huh? Well, they got the vicious part accurate. Lycans are deemed as threats, not because they wanted to, but because they were just stronger, faster, and smarter than everyone else. It was in their blood. They can’t do anything about it.”

Flipping the page to the one Kayla had read from I notice there was a different thickness to the paper, almost like it was covered in a layer of thin wax. Ripping the page out, I take it to the fireplace and hold it nearby to let the wax melt. As the wax began to melt I could make out some words underneath “The Lycan Queen will rule” Lycan is a term that hasn’t been used in our community for a long time and is of Greek origin. It was said that werewolves could only transform in the full moon and Lycan’s could change at will. Over the centuries and with werewolves and Lycans mating, all wolves were able to change at will and the term Lycan faded out.

She rolled her eyes and looked from him to Wulfgar Hawk before resting her keen gaze on Anastasios Martas. "What really happened?" she asked. Anastasios Martas let out a sigh. "You have to first bear in mind that the first Lycans were made to be killers to fulfill a purpose," Anastasios Martas said. "That isn't right," Alora said, frowning. "When all these crises are over, Raedwulf Lykaon, Alora is always welcome in my home. She has sound reasoning," Dane said. Raedwulf Lykaon grinned.

“Yeah, huge wild wolves that have human bodies they could shift into. I know, but that’s like a myth, isn’t it?” “I thought it was until I came to this school,” she said. “Is that what they are?” Chills spread through my body and my hands began to shake. It felt like I was in one of those strange nightmares I used to have. “No, worse—no, I didn’t mean worse as a bad thing—and yes, there are werewolves at this school too, but that’s not what they are. They are bigger, stronger, scarier. They are Lycans, human beasts,” she said with a straight face.

"Was here. But not anymore. Seraphine was leaving us. Lycenna was looking for the stone. It was an opportunity to have it safely removed, kept somewhere outside of our territory to avoid a war with Lycenna." "What is Lycenna?" "A pack, much like our own. Descendants of the people Lycaon left behind." "But I thought you said Morrighan used her, what do you even call it? Her Moon Goddess token to try to stop Lycaon from fleeing and destroyed the mountains—"

If someone were to walk in they’d see the way he pinned me to the wall, our chests heaving in tandem, and would likely assume the worst. I sucked in a ragged breath as he removed his hand, only the air was thick with his scent. It rushed right to my head, coaxing a whine from my lips that I barely managed to smother in time. Lycans were a vicious, brutal race. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the half-brothers from hell. The blast should’ve broken your spine. Ryker’s eyes were dark with rage, yet I thought I saw something within them falter. It lasted but a split second, a fraction of a moment.