Lycanthrope Book Novels & Stories

He does not look at her but is so immersed in the book that he is unusually quiet. Roseanne stands there, staring at him for a while. She cannot put her finger on it but the more she observes him, the more she feels that she has met him before. Her heart is beating fast as her eyes scrutinize him. His scarlet eyes were a pretty cat-like shape which is unique even for a Lycan. He was slightly scrunching his nose as he kept on reading which reminded Roseanne of Alexei. She recalls that Alexei also scrunched his nose like that…

‘You’re vicious. ‘Thank you.’ I said sweetly, getting off the now blinded lycan and pressing my foot against its throat. ‘Years of practice.’ As the lycan clawed at my leg, trying to break free, I applied pressure, feeling the bones of the creature's neck snapping below my foot. With one final stomp, they collapsed, and the claws that were digging at my flesh went slack and fell. ‘Let's go.’ I sighed as Ashton watched with wide eyes. ‘My siblings are waiting.’

I felt like my whole world had been ripped away from me in that moment. Jacob became furious and suddenly he started to change. His body started to grow and contort, and his skin became dark black. His eyes were glowing red and he had fangs. He had become a big black and scary werewolf. I was beyond terrified. I had never seen anything like this before. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't bring myself to move. Jacob was growling and snarling, ready to attack Alpha Damien. I was so scared that I could barely breathe.

I explain. I offer him the book to see, and he takes it, examining the words with great interest, as if trying to decipher them. "I don’t think this is just folklore. It looks like a diary. The author is writing about a Grendaline that existed before and got killed by… by a Lycan," he says, his face turning apprehensive as he faces me. I raise a brow, hearing a new word I'm not familiar with. "What's a Lycan?"

Laura sneered at me. “Mercy, it’s the game. You have to let it go—” John started, but I wasn’t listening to him. My eyes were on Laura who had this triumphant look in her eyes as she giggled. With a loud cry, I got up, aiming to lunge towards her evil grinning face. “You monster! I’ll kill you!”

Lowell fights like the monster he was born to be. His claws are slick with blood, his breaths deep and fast, his movements brutal. Muscles ripple through the flesh of his broad Lycan frame—twice the size of any man, half-wolf, half-god, standing upright with bone and power carved into him. His snarl tears the silence apart as he rips through the first wave of undead wolves, sending them crashing into the stone walls of the pack house courtyard.

My heart skipped a beat, but I picked up the tray, pushed the door open a d walked in, closing the door behind me. Darkness surrounded me, the air filled with the smell of blood and I shivered, placing the tray before me, I searched for the lamp I had been provided and lit it, the tiny light illuminating the chambers. I found the Lycan king curled up on the floor, fortunately in his human form. Vicious scratches filled his arms, his body shining with sweat. The chambers? In complete disarray.

The butler replied. Zayn went to the study. He saw Evelyn sitting on the chair behind the desk, her head was on one of the books on the desk as she slept off. He walked over to her. He gazed at the book she was sleeping on, it was open and the notes she made were about it. 'Did she sleep all day or what?' He thought, biting back a smile. From his observation, she was only able to cover so little of just the book she was sleeping on, which was about the constitution of the Lycan race and council and their inaugurate histories.

She followed her line of sight to see the two men sitting on the trunk of the tree they had uprooted a while ago. Did Vivian start liking hunky men too? Why hadn’t she changed the video yet? “Sweet baby bunnies!” She exclaimed when she finally caught on. The landscape was not like anything found on Earth; instead, it was identical to the landscapes predicted for the Lycan world. “I am not dreaming right, Ru pinch me.” “Ouch!!” Vivian screamed in pain when Ru actually pinched her. “You dumb headed girl! I didn’t ask you to pinch me for real.” Vivian seethed, rubbing her arm.

I pull it free only to find that there is no title, but I feel a distinct pull to read it. I put it back. I came here for a story, maybe some trashy romance to take my mind off things. But I doubt a serious beta like Jareth keeps stuff like that lying around. One book turns into five as I sit cross-legged on the floor, flipping through scripts and forgotten histories. I’ve learned more about Lycan biology in the last hour than I did in all my years in Molbor. They’re intriguing, even if I still find them barbaric. I close the green book in my lap and sigh. My eyes drift back to the plain black one I’d dropped earlier. Maybe I shouldn’t judge it by its cover. I pick it up and run my fingers o