Lycans Mythology Novels & Stories

“Travis, why does this name startle you so much?” Shaking his head in disbelief, Travis seemed reluctant to answer. “Growing up, my grandmother told me stories of the Lycans before bed. Much of their power comes from the fact that when they die, the Moon Goddess returns their spirit to Earth in another body. With each life they live, the lycan side gets stronger, faster, and more powerful. Her stories told a few select few, the chosen. Their power is nearly limitless."

“All Lycans descended from the goddess.” I nodded. “The first Lycan was bourne from her blood. But my family was bourne from her flesh.” “That’s impossible.” Thoth cut in. I lifted a brow. “Do you know how lycans came to be?” “Yes…do you?” Thoth sounded skeptical. “The actual story, not the bullshit that was taught in school.”

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.

Her claws were delicate yet deadly, her eyes glowing with pure silver light. The lunar mark on her forehead continued to shine, casting an ethereal halo around her. She stood perfectly balanced at the edge of the fountain, the water reflecting her majestic form. Shaina’s breath caught in her throat. She took an involuntary step back, hand flying to her mouth. “Liliana…?” Matthias froze completely. His eyes widened in disbelief, golden irises reflecting the silver light. His voice came out hoarse. “You’re… a Lycan. Not just any Lycan. A true one. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.”

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

*Lilac* So unlike the stories that we were told about Lycans. I have come to realize that Lycans and werewolves are totally different from what we thought them to be and I live in a city of Lycans. Werewolves are ancient and have gone into extinction. These Lykae people though are just as humane as we are except they have beyond natural genes that are akin to that of wolves.. Which means they don't have wolves spirit living in their head, neither do they transform to wolves. They only phase out their magic from time to time.

“He’s the Lycan King.” “A lycan?” “The first one.” Something shifted inside the memory then. Respect. Concern. Maybe even fear. “He was born from an ancient bloodline touched by moon magic centuries ago,” the girl explained quietly. “Powerful enough that even immortals avoid provoking him.” The silver haired girl kept staring at him below. Then softly, “Does he have a mate?” The second girl’s expression changed slightly. “No.” “He’s alone?” “He’s mateless.” Something about that answer made sadness cross the silver haired girl’s face instantly.

“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.”

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

Denitslava sat on her bed and crossed her legs. “See, the lycans are—” She wasn’t even done with the first sentence when Lean intervened. “So it’s true? I’m a lycan?” Denitslava rolled her eyes. “We’ll get there. Listen first.” “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, the lycans are one of the strongest and most direct descendants of the Moon Goddess. If you don’t know yet, the Moon Goddess was once a werewolf like everyone else that mated with a Supreme God, thus creating strong offspring and making herself a Goddess, as worshipped by everyone.