Lycans Mythology Novels & Stories

It’s hard, but the glimmer of hope is there and his wolf is holding onto it for dear life. We dry one another off after we finish and then wrap ourselves in robes to join Ace and Dylan in the dining area for dinner. After eating a feast of steaks, salads and roasted vegetables, we settle down to hear the story of the Children of Taranus. The Storm Bringers. “It starts with a thunderclap and flash of lightning,” Dylan reads. “The god Taranus appears before the brave Lycan in the field of Athyn Rwy. Here they make love and the god promises abundance for the people of the Lycan’s vast pack lands. The god visits the Lycan many times and they produce many children. These children form the eight

“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!

The image shifted, priests kneeling before a silver pool, faces hidden behind jaguar masks. “But their ritual was stolen,” Lyra continued. “A god not of their pantheon, one cast from somewhere in this world, promised immortality if they opened the gate between worlds. And so, they did.” The pool darkened. Shapes rose from its depths, not man, not beast. Eyes glowing grey, skin carved with runes of both the living and the dead. “The first Lycans,” Lyra said, her voice filled with reverence and sorrow. “Beings of balance, light and shadow, guardians of the gate. Protectors, much like the gargoyles, whom men would later carve into living stone.”

The age of the Lycans began with a great war between the gods and dragons. For aeons, they fought and no one knew how it started or why. All anyone remembered was that it had given rise to the ancient race of warriors called Lycans. The gods were losing, and they knew it. They grew desperate, and Aworyn—the goddess of the moon—created her children from the remains of a falling star. They were born with a special connection to the world and were the fierce warriors the gods wanted them to be.

The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible. Levi's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "Though now extinct, they were one of the first breed of werewolves. Which later created the breeds of Lycans." The air crackled with a newfound energy, tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear. The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible.

“The Moon Goddess has shown us great favour by giving us such a mate and in time we will return that favour by breeding Lycan heirs.” I do my best not to react. Not to grimace, not to scowl, not to even show that those last words turn my stomach. I just stand docile, with the smallest smile on my face, playing the perfect mate, playing the part that Aeron and Cain expect of me. No doubt what this entire Pack expects of me. The Wolves below start applauding, cheering, celebrating. I hear the word Lycan shouted so many times. “Let’s introduce you to a few people.” Cain says.

Luke spoke in his deep voice while tightening his grip over her. “Well, you are not saying anything else either! What is it! Are you enjoying seeing me struggling or what!” “Yes, I am.” Luke said, Raina froze as she looked at him and Luke said, “I am enjoying seeing you trapped between my arms and struggling to get out like a small little butterfly.” Raina smiled bitterly, “of course, you do, of course you love my suffering and not just you even moon goddess loves to see me suffer, since she has mated me to you.”

And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me. Lycans were a very rare and dangerous breed but where I was from we were used to them ever since the alliance my father made with them. Our pack, the Silvermist pack had a war going on and that war that happened earlier was one of them. There were two Lycan groups: The blue Lycan and Red Lycan. My father thought it would be great if they formed an alliance with the Blue Lycan to defeat the Red because they were always trespassing in our Pack and would sometimes Rob the sellers at the markets which was what pissed my father off but sadly the blue Lycans never came they betrayed us.

“Because the curse that the old Lycans fear… began with her.” He moved away from the door, as if the story needed more space. “Cernach,” he began. “A Lycan warrior, born from the First Wild Bloodline. Untamable. Brutal. He believed he could mark her. That he could make the Goddess his. Unite her spirit to his flesh.” The silence grew denser. “And Morrigan… allowed it,” Alexei continued, more quietly. “But what was born from their union was a curse.”

But Jake replied, seemingly dismissive, "I thought we were past this disagreement, Gabriel." Lowering my voice and addressing everyone, I spoke earnestly, "This isn't right, all of you. We're not werewolves who blindly follow whoever they deem unfit as a leader. We're lycans." "Lycans?" Jake repeated, bursting into laughter. He then suggested, "Maybe we need to convince Gabriel a bit more. Meeting adjourned." The others stood up from their seats, giving me pats on the shoulder as they departed. Now, it was just Jake and me—something I had often wished for. I wanted to bring Jake down, seize this golden opportunity, and end the threats, manipulations, and endangerment of the woman I loved. Ho