Lycanthrope Book Novels & Stories

Joan argues. "Sure" Jade rolls her eyes playfully, her fingers stop when she spots a particular book, taking it out from between the books, she looks at its cover. The cover held the image of a full moon, with a huge figure, what appeared like a Lycan with its head raised upwards in a howl. It was a book on Lycanthropy, covering almost all topics related to Lycans, their origin, purpose, mates, everything was showed in the content section. Jade decided to take the book.

My eyes fell on a shelf, and I could see the most ancient books there. I grabbed one that looked strange among them. Then I leaned against a wall to read it calmly. The brown leather cover was torn from the corner of the book. As I opened it, I realized the edges of the pages were black with soot. 'This is weird,' I muttered. 'Someone tried to destroy this book. But who?'” ​I flipped to the first page and my heart stopped. Three words stared back at me… "Hell of Lycans." I gasped, the sound echoing through the silent library.

Before they could react— A deafening, earth-shaking roar tore through the valley. The ground cracked and fissured. Purple flames spiraled upward. A creature climbed out of the smoke—twisted, massive, with horns made of bone and eyes that burned like dying suns. Aiden’s fur stood on end. "What… in the moon goddess’s name… is that?" Delilah whispered, "A Lycan-Born. A hybrid summoned through forbidden magic." Caleb’s wolf whimpered softly. Aiden snapped at him. "Don’t back down. We fight."

As I fingered through the book, with no title, words began to glow and singed onto the worn parchment like magic. Inanna had stirred and I could feel the Lycan blood in me shift, each drop moving and flowing like lava through my veins and my eyes lit up like beacons absorbing the words from the page. It startled me and I dropped the book to the floor. As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister.

Pushing back against the Lycans, I sprinted towards her, a streak of fur and determination. But the Outstanding Lycan, undeterred by my advancement, intercepted me with blinding speed. His crimson eyes bore into mine, a chilling calmness settling upon his face. "You're too late, Levi," he sneered. "By the time you reach her, she'll be nothing but a memory." A surge of desperation coursed through me, lending strength to my limbs. With a primal roar, I launched myself at the Outstanding Lycan, our bodies colliding in a furious clash. Claws met claws, teeth clashed against teeth as we fought for dominance.

She took him into his mouth and started to suck; he hit the back of her throat and spilled into her mouth. After that, he grabbed her pants and cleaned off his cock, then wore back his cloth. He went back to the meeting room but He saw only Roderick there. "Have the men arrived?" he asked. "Yes, only a few escaped; the Lycans massacred the rest." Payne shrugged and said, "Get some cash tomorrow, so we can recruit more rogues. Also, prepare to change locations before he finds us here." *AT THE BORDER OF TOTEN SEELEN*

Darren shifted out of instinct, his legs turning into hinds of a dastardly dangerous bipedal beast. In a matter of minutes, Darren turned into a man-wolf, appearing dominant and awry... A vivid painting of a legend, a myth told over centuries of existence. The first generation of the cursed race of moon howlers... A true Lycan! He nimbly lept on a wall, causing a loud bang and climbed the building to the top with his sharp claws. The walls sustained marks, causing several bricks to break in and fall, but Darren didn't mind. In fact, he only acted out of instinct now as he'd lost all rationality.

“I think I will pass. I don’t make a habit of forcing myself to like things that taste bad.” His lips curved like I had amused him. He didn’t move closer, but his presence pressed. “I’m Lyon Vanigar,” he said, offering his hand like it was supposed to mean something. “Lycan Ruler of the Centruid Pack.” I stared at his hand for a beat, then took it only because not doing so would cause a scene. “Ria,” I said shortly. When he pulled away, his touch lingered against my skin far too long. My brows furrowed. He wasn’t hiding what he wanted. At all

Pain sears through my side and warm blood gushes down my sleeve, stark red against the white snow. Eyes wide and shaking like a leaf, I stare up and the Lycan snarls above me, breath hot and ragged, its yellow eyes wild with hunger, pain, and hatred. Panting heavily and shaking like a leaf, I weakly hold my side as my mind goes blank. I think this is it. Am I going to die earlier this time? Am I not destined to die of old age at all? With a whimper, I close my eyes and wait for my inevitable doom.