Lycans Mythology Novels & Stories

Quickstep's wife was the best, he thought. "Affirmative, host." The system replied to Quickstep. 1. Lycans – these beings are the progenitors of werewolves. The Curse of Yexor is not in them and can freely turn into their beast form at any time they wish. They are stronger, faster, and smarter than those of their descendants, the werewolves.

The Lycans and Werewolves are two different species of wolf man but they carry a common past. The ancient legends speak of a king named Licaon who lived in Greece, southern Europe, more precisely in the city of Arcadiae who would have been cursed by Zeus for committing unholy and cruel acts. It is said that he was a sadist, who murdered the visitors of his castle and used to serve his meat to guests at the dining table.

My kind was created solely for battle, not compassion, not empathy, and definitely not love. Offsprings of Gala call us Lycans, a half-human half-beast. Some believe we were the first generation of Werewolves cursed by Zeus for trying to trick him into turning into a cannibal. Others believe that we were direct descendants of Selene, the goddess of the moon, the granddaughter of the primordial parents, Gala (mother earth) and Uranus (father sky).

The air was thick with history, with something older than time itself. Aedric stopped in front of the largest tablet, running his fingers over the faded symbols. “This,” he said, “is the story of the first Lycan.” Lillian swallowed. “The first?” He nodded. “Before Lycans, there were only wolves and men. Separate. Weak. But then the gods of the moon chose one among them—a warrior who was neither fully beast nor man. He was the first of our kind. And he was given a mate.” His gaze flickered to her.

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.

“You will regret this, Annatoria” Resisting the desire to roll my eyes because her roundabout talk was too vague, I said, “If you expect me to take you seriously, then tell me what you know about the Lycan. What is he hiding?” “I…” Lyra lowered her head and pulled her hands into fists. “I can’t. He has ears all over. He might be listening right now.” The downcast in her voice made me think about the rumour Kaelen talked about. It was starting to seem very possible that I would be a sacrifice at the end of the day.

The sun was about to set and the yellow lights were turned on in every cottage, making the whole town look beautiful. It was foggy at the peak of the mountain, but I could clearly see the Soare-Luna mountain, which was the tallest mountain in Jivan. Soare-Luna meant Sun-Moon mountains because it was said to be the land of both Sun worshippers – vampires – and Moon worshippers – werewolves. It was said to be the home of God Sol and Goddess Luna. And the Lycan river originated at the top of the mountain. But for some reason, no one had ever made it to the top. I imagined that if it was so beautiful here, it must be exquisite at the top where one would be able to see the entire island of Jiv.

Adrian took a deep breath and then said to her very seriously: Well, you charming girl who loves madness so much, let's go now to the kingdom in which you want to live an adventure, but I never promise you that it will be a good adventure, because you do not know how much the Lycans hate witches, you are all the reason for the thing that happened To us, a comrade is a sacred thing to the Lycans, and you have made the hungry without a companion, you are really the worst of all, so I warn you from now that there is no one inside the kingdom who will help you live happily there, everyone will see you as prey to take revenge on her for the thing that everyone in your kingdom has done so Don't th

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

I ignore his attempt to talk to me and focus on the Goddess in front of me. “And you are?” - I ask extending my hand towards her (I need to feel her skin on mine). I can feel her body shaking, and I see her looking at him waiting for a signal to talk (I am definitely going to kill him) and he gives her a nod and she grabs my hand saying “Liv, I mean, Olivia Lockwood” “Lockwood, are you related to Trent Lockwood?” (He was my friend and I took over his pack when he was killed, how didn't I know about her existence?