Lycanthrope Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

I drop to my knees before him and bow my head. “And so it was that Lycaon roasted the flesh of his own child, Nyctimus, and served it unto Zeus, in a test of the God’s omniscience.” The Hierophant turns to an acolyte, who hands him a bowl. The scent of the blood inside makes my mouth water and the moonlight makes my skin feel impossibly tight. The creature inside me, the thing I’m meant to be, grows desperate to escape.

It was like I was reborn, with my fierceness and ego, however, there was no desire to kill or hurt others like before. As I made my way into the beautiful big mansion, a deep scowl was plastered on my face. A scowl that I hope would tell the alpha king to back off, I was not made to be a concubine, that to of a werewolf. However, from what I've heard, he was very powerful, ruthless, and fearless, he was not just any werewolf but a Lycan, meaning a mere human like me wouldn't be able to scare him. So I quickly hid amongst the crowd, where I was safe from his ravishing eyes or so I thought.

I drop to my knees before him and bow my head. “And so it was that Lycaon roasted the flesh of his child, Nyctimus, and served it unto Zeus, in a test of God's omniscience.” The Hierophant turns to an acolyte, who hands him a bowl. The odor of the blood inside makes my mouth water and the moonlight makes my skin feel impossibly tight. The creature inside me, the thing I’m meant to be, grows desperate to escape. “For his trickery, Zeus cursed Lycaon to become an animal, and in revenge on Nyctimus’ behalf, slew the wolf pups of Lycaon’s issue thereafter. All except one.”

She took a deep breath and placed her hand on her heart and after a while Amanda came back to her senses. “What I am doing here?” asked Amanda. “At least you have not asked who I am,” said Daniel, exhausted. “So it is true, you are indeed…..I have read about this in Greek books,” said Amanda, excited. “Gods are so jealous and cunning. Most demigods are born because of affairs or jealousy. So you are birth of jealousy as well?” she asked excitedly. He cleared his throat and she looked behind her. A graceful woman who was wearing a light pink gown and had light brown hair and green eyes was smiling at her. She looked so young and youthful.

Still, while it didn't show outwardly, he was known for his treachery and was not to be trusted. After all, he bore the curse of lycanthropy from Zeus himself; a punishment meted out when Lycaon killed and served his own son as a meal for the gods. “Lilith, Lycaon,” Paoli greeted the Coven heads and bowed formally once they were situated before the dais. “Paoli, it's been a long time since you came before Us,” Lilith purred, using the plural form to represent the entire entity of the Coven.

I ignore his attempt to talk to me and focus on the Goddess in front of me. “And you are?” - I ask extending my hand towards her (I need to feel her skin on mine). I can feel her body shaking, and I see her looking at him waiting for a signal to talk (I am definitely going to kill him) and he gives her a nod and she grabs my hand saying “Liv, I mean, Olivia Lockwood” “Lockwood, are you related to Trent Lockwood?” (He was my friend and I took over his pack when he was killed, how didn't I know about her existence?

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

His eyes are so wide with terror. The Lycan King growls again, and presses his forearm even harder against Ragnar's throat. I can't see his face, but I'm sure that it must be the scariest thing Ragnar has ever seen. His powerful, shirtless back is stiff, ready to spring free at the slightest provocation. I lower my gaze, and see that his other arm is darker, as though dusted down with charcoal. His fingers are the darkest, and at the tips, vicious claws stand ready.

“We need to talk. I will explain everything. I don't know what the Lycan told you. But, I will-” The giant doors thundered against the walls. Kaelen could not complete his words at all. “Omega Kaelen.” At the raging presence of the Lycan, my fear heightened, but it was not as enormous as Kaelen’s, who froze, his breath nearly ceasing. “If you love your life…” The wicked tip of the Lycan’s sword danced ahead of him. “Get those filthy hands off her.”

“Brielle, you were next dear. What’s your answer?” Brielle’s eyes met Reid’s for a moment. He shot her a quick wink as he grinned at her, before suddenly turning his attention away and plastering on a frown. Did he just…? “Uh,” Brielle started, still slightly confused from the interaction with Reid. “King Lycaon of Arcadia. When Zeus came down to earth, he disguised himself as a human man. Lycaon was skeptical, so he tested him. He took a child to the alter of Zeus Lycaeus and killed him as a sacrifice. Disgusted by Lycaon’s actions, Zeus cursed him and turned him into a wolf, without the ability to turn back human.” Brielle concluded.