Lycans Meaning Novels & Stories

Legolas shouted. They flee as quickly as they can, and Lycans rarely leave their mountains unless they have been forced out and are looking for new homes, or they are heading to war. However, they used to embark on raids now and again, primarily to obtain food or slaves to work for them. Then they frequently enlisted the assistance of trolls and shared the spoils with them.

But they can’t be together; their love will be forbidden in the eyes of the moon goddess. The mate bond is sometimes a curse, something bad. You’re lucky if your mate will love you forever, but you will live in the dark the moment your own mate breaks your heart into a million pieces. We, the Lycans, believe that we have only one mate to love for the rest of our lives—the one to cherish till our last breath. It’s making me sad to think why we need mates to be happy, why we can’t choose someone to love freely. “Anastasia? Are you listening?” I was pulled back into reality when I heard Cassie call my name. Oh yeah, I’m spacing out. I took a deep breath and shook my head.

Growing up, stories about the Lycans were all I heard when parents wanted to scare their children to obedience. They said they were horrible, huge creatures that resemble wolves. That one could see the evilness from their bright eyes that could assault anyone that would stare at them. Some even claimed they could manipulate people. They were bigger, faster and quicker than anyone. And they used that power to dominate lands and conquer territories that weren’t theirs. People called them savages, some even proclaimed them as the devils in wolf form. That they were just another form of Rogues that found their own organization and leader.

They were like werewolves, but slightly different—stronger, faster, with fiercer wolf spirits inside of them. Allegedly, at least. No one really knew for certain because they had died out several thousand years ago, leaving behind only scraps of a civilization. By the time we had the technology to uncover their artifacts and ancient cities, much of it was dust. We only knew what we knew based on bones, pottery, and faded cave paintings. Still, the subject always interested me. Lycans were an ancient race, but some would even argue that they were more advanced than we were now. They knew how to create clean, running water without machinery. They had unique healing abilities and access to anci

And he had turned the parchment over and told me. "The Lycans are back." The word meant nothing to me. I looked down the table and saw it meant nothing to any of them either, not Bram, not Toren, not one face in the room. It was an old word. It had no business in any mouth of my generation or the one before it. "The what?" I asked confused.

I know Lycans are allowed to claim weaker creatures. This felt like a warning…

“What the fuck!” Raina yelled as she was thrown into the empty class, she stumbled forward but was able to balance herself, she stood straight and then looked back at Luke, however this time she was not able to say anything and instead took a step back when she saw the rage in his eyes.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

I asked wondering why he chose that word. “Yes, Cupcake. Oddly. Lycans and wolves are meant to have one fated mate. Both species are possessive and territorial by nature. Having a mate who has five other mates is extraordinarily odd.” “Tell me about Lycans. Growing up we heard of them but were taught that Lycans were extinct.” “A Lycan is specific type of werewolf that emerged from the first werewolves’ image. Lycans can transform at will while retaining our human intelligence and awareness. Lycans come from King Lycaon who was punished by Zeus.”

"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."