Lycanthrope Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

There was always the risk of turning ferral if too long in your animal form but they did not seem to mind the risk. “Vera?” I heard someone ask. “Yea?” I answered and then he joined me. He was one of the therianthrope shifters. He looked creepy and hot at the same time. His other was a tarantula, from the middle down he was spider and from his navel up he was human. In Greek mythology they called them, Arachne.

“Then I’m leaning toward stupid.” Tension spread instantly between both groups. Kaelen let a little of his aura push outward instinctively. The Lycans didn’t react. Not even slightly. That alone irritated him more than the insult. “I am Alpha Kaelen Varkor of the Violet Pack.” The guard looked unimpressed. “Should I know what that means?” One of Kaelen’s warriors inhaled sharply under his breath. Kaelen ignored him. “I’m looking for Freya Lunareth.”

The werewolf originated in the times of ancient Greece when their gods reigned supreme. During one fateful festivity, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, was in need of a meat to serve. Too lazy to go hunting for wild game or to slaughter a lamb, he served the Greek god, Zeus (who was the ruler of the sky and of all gods and mankind), a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. This severely enraged Zeus. As punishment, the angered god turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. They were to be looked upon by the rest of humanity as something to abhor.

His presence commanded obedience and respect as he walked through the room. This could only be the Lycan. I couldn’t breathe as I watched him walk over to my uncle. Like everyone else, Uncle Aaron was caught up in the magnetic presence of the lycan. Fiona and her mate's match had all been forgotten by everyone. I glanced over at her. Fiona’s eyes burned with fury, and I watched as she threw her drink to the floor. I couldn’t help but smile a little, but as I looked back to my uncle and the lycan, I saw the Lycan’s eyes on me. My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met, but he quickly looked back to my uncle.

Peter looked at him and said to him very angry: You can never threaten me and you can't imprison me in this place unless you know that there is a law that prevents you from doing this thing so you better leave me alone or I will report you and the thing you are doing and your imprisonment for these People are like that it looks like you're a gang leader or something but don't you ever think you'd ever scare me quite the opposite I'm never afraid of you I'm going to get out of here and take my girlfriend and go and swear I won't leave you alone after the thing you did to us. Ayden laughed very loudly as he looked at him: He is a very brave human being, Adrien. Look how he dares and talks to m

He shrunk back, his eyes to the ground. I balled my fists to contain my anger. As I said earlier, as the red moon drew closer, my Lycae is almost at it's full potential and it's left to me to be able to control its actions. If not, I am likely to.be shredding apart anyone that dared to cross me. And so was every other Lycan out there.

I clenched my hands to stop them from shaking. “What are you exactly?” I asked, for once staring at him in a new way. Supernatural beings existed like fairies, witches,wizards, mermaids, vampires, and werewolves, but what the hell was he? He smiled softly, scanning my face. “Zaliver, answer the damn question!” His chin lifted up. His jaw clenched, and his fierce blue eyes looked directly into mine. “Lycan,” he said forthright. My neck tilted to the side. Was this a joke? Lycans were a myth.

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

It'll ruin everything I have going now. I'm happy now. I have a mate who I love. We got married even, as an Alpha bloodline tradition. It's to honor the first Moon Goddess who supposedly fell in love with a human and stepped down from her role to be with him. It's said that their children were the first Lycans, who werewolves later descended from. Lesa and I are hoping to start a family soon. I want three, she wants four. Will she want children with me still, after whatever comes out, comes out?

“When the lycanthropy curse was placed upon our ancestor, King Lycaon of Arcadia, it was seen as a punishment. But was it truly? “You all know the story. Lycaon served the entrails of his own son, Nyctimus, to test the god Zeus—daring to question his omniscience. And for his audacity, Zeus cursed him. But what if it was no curse?” Cain’s eyes swept over them. “Many now see lycanthropy not as a curse, but a blessing. The moon empowers us. It makes us superhuman.” “Yes, it does!” the pack chorused.