Lycans Mythology 소설 & 이야기

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

Blanche sighed dreamily as she looked over her shoulder to where a tense Cyrus was hunched over the table, staring at the map. Even he had looked like he wanted to snap at her to shut up a few times. But he was a good man, and even though he was hurting and on the verge of taking it out on someone else, he refused to let that person be innocent, little Blanche. "The Goddess works in mysterious ways. Perhaps Blanche is onto something. Lycans have difficulty finding fated mates they have for decades, but maybe it's because their mates aren't always the same species?" Aurora offered as she winked encouragingly at me.

I asked while looking up at Osric seeing a smile tug at the corners of his lips. “Lycans were the original before werewolves which I’m sure you know. There aren’t many true Lycans left, they’re touched by the Moon Goddess, given abilities and occur randomly in some bloodlines. Why are you so curious about Lycans, hasn’t Gideon taught you?” Osric questions with his fingers gently rubbing my shoulder and neck.

In my heart, I knew that something was amiss, something beyond the cries of my children. As the sound of their cries echoed through the chamber, a strange realization washed over me. It was as if the moon goddess herself was speaking through my babies, sending a message I struggled to decipher. The moon, the symbol of our Lycan heritage, held secrets and whispers I had yet to comprehend.

What else could have led her to take the desperate step of denying her heritage and living alongside another species? Just who was this Lycan? Had I only seen his mellow side up to now? If so, when would he unleash the real monster? And would I survive to see Lolo again? I’d never been so scared. I really hoped my instincts were wrong this time, the ones which told me he was capable of absolutely anything.

Claire's Pov I looked at the path where Traian—my Alpha disappeared, still shocked to see someone shifting mid-air. Traian was our Alpha for many years and I have seen his wolf numerous times. We trained with him. But it still made my skin crawl in fear every time. Traian's was a Lycan. A superior kind to normal Shifters like us. Among our pack and others, there was no wolf who possessed such pure black wolf but only Lycans. They were like darkness in the skin of a wolf. They were bigger than us and their limbs are thicker, stronger so was their presence.

Lycans are beings that possess both human and werewolf characteristics. Their gait was reminiscent of that of a human, yet their upper physical form was unmistakably that of a werewolf. In both their lupine and mortal states, these beings engage in a sacred union with their fated partner. If one desires their partner to conceive, it is advisable to engage in lycanthropic copulation. The Lycans possess an extraordinary combination of sagacity, might, and swiftness, with the Alphas exhibiting even greater strength.

While she continued to stare at me waiting patiently for what I had to say. “A long time ago, there was once a Lycan, born in the beginning days... when the blood of the old gods Lycans and Wolves still lingered untamed in the lore and humans were nothing but ants. This was before Lycans and Wolves started choosing humans to use as hosts and friends for life. This Lycan was wild, violent, and unmatched in strength. Even the Moon Goddess and the Alpha Circle feared him. No one could calm him. No one could challenge him."

“I guess it’s story time, huh? Fine. You know how we came into existence, don’t you?” “I know the basics,” I replied hesitantly. “The Moon Goddess created us, right? To serve her?” He let out a bitter chuckle. “That’s what the elders tell us. But the truth is a bit more... messy.” He began to speak, his words deliberate and weighted with centuries of pain. **The Tale of the First Lycans**