Lycans Meaning Novels & Stories

But I hadn't told him yet that if anyone I felt in this world was him. "Unlike humans, Lycans are supposed to have destined partners. It's the connection of two souls, it's like we are incomplete without finding our other half," He began, as he noticed my expression that appeared due to my attempt to fully understand what he was saying he bend down to grab a piece of paper from the drawer of the nightstand. "This is our souls without the other half," He tore the paper from the middle holding out the pieces away from one another," And once we find our other half only then we can be fulfilled, this increases our strength and most importantly completes our soul."

She intriguingly continued reading it. ~ Lycanthropes, or commonly called Lycans, were the strongest unbeatable and highest form of werewolves. They have the power to shapeshift at their own will and control it – at anytime and anywhere they want. ~ ~ Lycanthropes look like wolves but are immensely bigger and with deadly claws. Its bared canines were poisonous so that it could kill you slowly or immediately, depending on how deep the bite was. ~ ~ Lycans were geniuses and could easily grasp ideas – making it hard to kill, not just in terms of strength and power. ~

Nodding at me all I could see was a deep aching sympathy in his eyes for me, “Yes. Wolves, hybrids and lycans have packs,” “Lycans?” I asked unsure of what that was. Nodding he smiled as he touched my cheek, “They are a very powerful and very old covenant, They rule over all werewolves and over hybrids,” Nodding I tried to process this. Pulling me back to that moment Groban gently rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb,

“He’s a lycanthrope, not an ordinary human. That you failed to use your powers or your lore to identify him, proves he’s one of the direct descendants of the earliest lycans in this world. The lycans are one enormous family, but they’re still of the human race. Unlike the demons, who are the true outsiders.” Then she continued by looking at me sympathetically. “I didn’t mean you, Sin, but the demons generally. There are only about fifty thousand such lycans over the world, twenty thousand of whom are middle-aged or ancient lycans. If you’re not careful, they may be a threat to your existence. Beware of them as much as you can. You don’t know when there’s a senior lycan hidden among the crowd

The Lycan king asked and Ryan shaked his head in the negative. I never knew people the likes of Ryan could ever go mute or short of words. Well, what else could he do when his sins were being called out one by one? "Answer with your voice?!." The Lycan king growled and Ryan immediately obliged. "I would never take sexual advantage of anyone, my Lord." He startled and the lycan king just chuckled. "Don't think of my forgiveness as ignorance, I know everything and I'm giving you this last chance to come clean, else you'd regret ever being under my supremacy. " The Lycan ordered and he nodded immediately.

I asked him, but he didn't respond. He had ignored me for the past few weeks, which is unacceptable, especially if the pack is under attack. It had been up to me to pick up the slack since he hadn't been at his best. As I finished shifting, I surrendered to his control and retreated to the back of my mind. Unlike wolves, Lycans stand on two feet. Lycans are faster than wolves and more robust than our cousin species. Watching the trees blur by, I feel the cold wind hit my whole body as we speed up.

"The Kayak blood surely cannot run so deeply that you have easily surrendered yourself to this depravity.” A laugh threatened to escape me. Depravity? Such an ugly word for something so beautiful. “I don't need you bickering right now, Layla; I need to think.” The corner of my mouth twitched as I stared at my reflection. There were too many thoughts. Too many possibilities. Too many wonderful ways everything could unfold. "Then admit that you need my help, Lani.” She began calling me by my pet name, and the veins beneath my skin began to darken.

“I’m a werewolf. Well, technically a Lycan, a royal werewolf.” “A Lycan?” I blinked, trying to wrap my head around the word. Caelum nodded. “Yeah. It means I’m part of a lineage with more power and control than regular werewolves. Stronger, faster, and... harder to kill.” “Okay,” I said slowly. “But, why does he want to bite me?”

Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life. “No…” I whispered, but my voice was overshadowed by the happy claps from the pack members. At that moment, I began hearing whispers— I swear I could feel fingers pointing at me. Someone in the crowd whispered, “But Ariana is his mate.” Another voice followed, sharp and pitiful, “Guess she wasn’t enough.” “Politics,” a man muttered. “Lucien Blackwell owns half the Council. The boy made a smart move by choosing his daughter.” My heart cracked. Every word sliced deepe

“Power,territory,bloodlines… sometimes hearts.” The last word hung between us, strange and heavy. I didn’t know why, but it made my chest tighten. “The Lycans are not like us,” Father said, his tone heavy, the firelight catching the deep lines of his face. “They were born before the wolves,they were born of the Moon’s first rage.” “Their power runs wild. And you can always tell one when you see them. Silver hair, pale as frost. It’s a mark the Moon cursed them with after one of them slaughtered his own mate centuries ago.”