Novel & Cerita Lycans Werewolf

I knew it was the symbol of the earth, but how the hell was it associated with the werewolves? "What is this?" I asked, my eyes staying on the bluish glow in the center. "They are werewolves turned hunters," Jude said. "They are the first werewolves to walk on earth. Pure blood werewolves. They are called lycanthrope, otherwise known as Lycans." "Lycans?" I murmured. I understood why they seemed strange now. They were larger than average and even faster. They had shown great strength and ability, and if it wasn't for the skill I had, I was sure they'd have defeated me.

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.

Traitors were executed publicly. And he had no mate, which according to wolf law, made him unstable. Lycans were different from regular werewolves. They were bigger, stronger, able to partially shift and control their beasts. But without a mate to balance them, that beast could take over completely. "Maybe he's waiting for his true mate," Maya suggested hopefully. "Or maybe he's just a monster who enjoys the power." I finished my section of floor and stood. "Either way, it doesn't matter to us. We'll stand in the back, survive the ceremony, and come home."

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.”

If she would accept him as her mate. Unlike normal werewolves, who felt a pull to their mate, was destined for them, Lycan’s chose mates. Oftentimes they had several mates in the pursuit of creating as many offsprings as possible, something he had not and likely would not be successful in. Other times they took life mates. After finishing the meat, Viper made his way back onto the ship with it in hand. Placing most of it into the large cooler, he prepared to cook the rest for the evening meal. He'd just began to smoke the meat when the young male came in.

It wouldn’t be long before someone else would be up in arms about their mating. Downstairs, he left the healing centre to return to the packhouse. He needed to arrange a meeting with the Council of Elders, then he needs to speak with his pack, and ensure they knew this was part and parcel of the future. They needed to know that Lycans were considered a form of wolf shifter. A bigger, stronger version of wolf. Sure, they had a third form, one that would I still fear in anyone that would oppose them. That meant alphas like himself needed to care for the Lycan they could get into their packs so that the Lycan didn’t become living weapons for rogues or unscrupulous packs looking for territory an

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

Unlike a traditional werewolf who can only transform unwillingly under the full moon, the Lycan has complete control over their transformation at any given time. When a female Lycan gives birth, most of her pups will be boys. The adult males discovered that finding a mate with other wolves is difficult. There are just not enough females to go around and many of the males detect a match in a human. Each male Lycan is destined to have at least one mate; a soulmate who was deemed worthy for them by the Gods of War. The same is said for the female Lycans except, it is the Triple Moon Goddesses who choose the male deemed worthy. As the term applies, these mates are bonded by soul and fate will al

I laughed out loud, and I adore it. "Lycans? isn't that a ware wolf? "Ware wolves are humanoid wolves who have been transformed into wolves, whereas lycans are humanoid wolves and are said to be smarter than wolves." "They're just the same." "No, don't be silly. Lycans are a type of immortal descended from werewolves, with eyes that change to a solid cobalt blue and a fearful appearance." "Ohh.." "Then what are you? A lycan?" I giggled. "Cause you have a pointed ear.." I added.