Lycans Mythology Novels & Stories

he glanced over with a grave expression—"only a Lycan can control their minds." As they passed through the hall, guards and palace maids bowed low before Axel, his presence commanding respect with every step. Alpha Axel’s voice cut through the air. “The Lycans have been gone for two centuries. Why keep such beasts? What good are they now?” "Hope, Your Majesty! The House of the Lycans still bears the hope of bringing back a Lycan. That's why they still keep the beasts. Though they can't control the minds of the beasts since only a Lycan could do that, the beasts do not hurt the offspring of Lycans. Basically, they don’t hurt any royal members of the House of Lycans, even bastards born since t

The place is like a castle reaching for the sky. "Welcome to your new home, breeders! The Lycan King will see you now." I've heard that name before, and based on the stories, if we omega breeders survived this long, only terrible suffering awaits us once we enter into that castle. If we don't lose our lives first.

They don’t exist! “You’re a lycan Hannah. The first of us. Made from our true father, Hyperion who was also Luna, the Moon Goddess’ father. Lycans are said to be extinct so this is incredible. Truly a miracle,” Rafe says, as he rubs his hand into her palm. She raises her head and stares off into the darkness. The way this night is going, a leprechaun riding on a unicorn might come out from behind a tree and give us a pot of gold.

I read slowly at first, scanning for anything that caught my attention, then faster when the information became repetitive. The book had almost everything I already knew. According to myths, lycans were created by the Moon Goddess to serve as protectors and also serve as leaders to the regular wolf. But they began to abuse their power, using it for domination instead of protection. They become ruthless and arrogant and even oppress the white wolf—my kind. Because of this, they were split apart from wolves entirely and forbidden from crossing into each other's region. There were also scientific explanations about lycans: mutations, hybrid evolution, and advanced biology, but none of that inte

I didn’t blame her for getting out of there. I really admired her courage when she returned some minutes later with a tray full of tea and little cookies. “So, tell me what you know of Lycans,” Tabitha said. Zara just shook her head, baffled. “They’re a myth,” Lucian declared. “Supposedly, before the veil was raised between the human and werewolf worlds, there was a third race. They were shapeshifters like us, but they had magic like some humans. They didn’t form packs like we do, and mostly lived among humans in small clans. They were stronger than any werewolf, weren’t bound to the cycle of the moon, and even the weakest Lycan had a version of the Alpha Voice.”

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.

“Lycans!! Lycans of Blood Moon pack!! I beckoned, tightening my jaw and raising my balled fist in the air. The sight of them in a spiteful mood appealed to me. All eyes were drawn to me as they watched most attentively. I let down my arm and clasped them both behind my lower. I paced around, stone-faced with my eyes frisking viciously. “The moon goddess has smiled at us. Our victory has shone brightly like the full moon. We’ve trampled down our enemies and stamped our feet on their pathetic carcasses. Now our brothers, wives, children, and all our loved ones will finally rest in peace. Our victory hasn't tasted any better, but we still need to do the final… let's burn this place to the groun

“You remember my story last night?” She nodded, playing with her fingers on her lap. “The prophecy?” “Yes,” I confirmed. “The Lycans are kind yet powerful supernatural beings. What Anca used to start a war between the vampires and the Lycans had something to do with how they mate.” Her brows creased, interest piquing. “Yeah?”

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.”

"A Lycan what," she said with a scoff, and her brows came together. "There are no such beings." "There are truths that you have not been shown, and those truths have been buried for centuries," he said. "To answer your question, Lycans are real. Some call us beasts, and others call us higher wolves. We are like them in form, but we are greater in strength and spirit. And you, my dear, are one of us. Do you remember what I told you that night."