Lycans Meaning Novels & Stories

They’re folklore. Hearing the older man say it now makes doubt creep into my head. “Lycans aren’t real.” I blurt but Ryat shakes his head. “They’re but a very rare species of shifters. I met them centuries ago when we were on the run from the Slayers. He was with a wife and a daughter.” “You did?” I ask with shock. “Absolutely, alpha. The family harbored me in their cabin in Ohio for weeks until I found our pack had moved to Chicago.”

I knew it was the symbol of the earth, but how the hell was it associated with the werewolves? "What is this?" I asked, my eyes staying on the bluish glow in the center. "They are werewolves turned hunters," Jude said. "They are the first werewolves to walk on earth. Pure blood werewolves. They are called lycanthrope, otherwise known as Lycans." "Lycans?" I murmured. I understood why they seemed strange now. They were larger than average and even faster. They had shown great strength and ability, and if it wasn't for the skill I had, I was sure they'd have defeated me.

“But the huntress that thought deprive from existence!” “That's so posisble, I get it now! The lycans dreaded flame or anything that may burn them and weakened them for good, but the huntress like burning themselves!” the words accompanied with a thunderous clap within the bloody sky. “Also, the lycans don't let a single sparks left burning, the century tale is really nothing but despicable!” This hellish rumor spread like wildfire, become known to all existence. Not even the hidden don't caught a wind of this rumor, especially the secret existence who caught it first handedly!

By 3pm, I was well fed and giggling with Blake as we finished tequila sunrise cocktails in our sleeping quarters. Blake was talking about her plans for winter break. Lycans worked a bit differently to werewolves. Where werewolves belonged to a pack, Lycans only had the one pack, the Royal Santos pack. Lycans owned vast amounts of land and were dotted out around the country in small groups, but they weren’t classed as packs. I found it fascinating learning about Lycans, maybe because every night I was dreaming about one!

“ I know what a conference is, honey, I was just wondering what you were doing in there.” “I was not actually there, I was eavesdropping.” “Good, gracious!” I exclaimed. “You shouldn't be eavesdropping into people's discussion when not invited, you get that.” he nods. “So what is a Lycan?” I rolled my eyes. “Don't this boy ever give up?” I thought to myself. “Well, a lycan is more like another type of wolf.” he gasped in shock. “Another type pf wolf ?” “Yeah, most certainly.”

“I will be going back for now, he might be looking for me. He said we will be going somewhere. Better be there before he gets angry again. Bye Hephe.” “Goodbye, my lad-wait,” “Yes?” “I have one more thing to tell you, my lady.” “That is?” “Humans die after giving birth to a Lycan offspring.” The mere single statement sent me freezing in my spot for some minutes. My world spiraled in front of my own eyes. My body shook as almost half of my energy was sucked away. “W-what do you mean?”

Ayden looked at her seriously and said in a sharp voice: I mean the kingdom of werewolves, and rather, the Lycans. She looked at him to find any sign indicating that he was joking, but he found his attitude very serious, and she thought inside her that he was crazy, so she asked, looking at him, trying to take him as much as his mind: What does the Lycan mean? Are they also delusional like werewolves?

"Why would Lycan want to see you?" Fiona asked me, a frown etched on her features. I thought of saying the truth, but but I couldn't imagine what to do if they know I have something with lycan. If I told the truth, would they want to get involved with Lycan. Or could kill me if he found that I'd tainted his image. After all, no one would want to get involved with a slave, right? The strange man cut in, "Lycan is interested in miss Sheila after their meeting last night," He paused to raise one brow, his face cold and blank as he stared right at her, "do you have a problem with it?"

That was a conversation she was sure neither one of them wanted to have. “As you probably already know, Lycans are part of the apex predators and are at the top of the paranormal hierarchy. Unlike us, there are several different kinds of lycans. Going by Solomon’s indigo eyes, I’m going to hazard a guess that he has control over storms.” “What does that mean?” Lucia asked. That sounded cool and totally intimidating.

Xabar finished his sentence. Rula was speechless. She fell silent before Xabar. Rula was about to continue, but suddenly the sound of people shouting interrupted their conversation. Rula and Xabar turned their heads toward the source of the sound. "Lycan is coming! Lycan is coming!" Rula furrowed her brow. "Lycans?" She flicked a glance at Xabar, who rushed away from her. "Xabar, Lycans are a NorthWulf pack, right?" asked Rula while walking after Xabar.