Lycanthrope Greek Mythology Novelas e Histórias

It was our second anniversary, a time when things were simpler. — From what I read, the legend is about a king of Ancient Greece, Lycaon, who always killed those who stayed in his palace... one night, Zeus disguised himself as an old man, and asked the king for shelter, who somehow discovered that he was Zeus, so as a form of blasphemy and mockery, he served human flesh to the God of Olympus, who cursed him to become a monster, a wolf.

She intriguingly continued reading it. ~ Lycanthropes, or commonly called Lycans, were the strongest unbeatable and highest form of werewolves. They have the power to shapeshift at their own will and control it – at anytime and anywhere they want. ~ ~ Lycanthropes look like wolves but are immensely bigger and with deadly claws. Its bared canines were poisonous so that it could kill you slowly or immediately, depending on how deep the bite was. ~ ~ Lycans were geniuses and could easily grasp ideas – making it hard to kill, not just in terms of strength and power. ~

He was like a god to me. Lycan was furious. He had never seen a slave defeat a beast in the arena before. But he was also intrigued. He ordered his men to bring the stranger to him. "What's your name?" Lycan asked, his voice full of malice. The stranger remained silent, staring at Lycan with contempt. "Answer me!" Lycan bellowed. The stranger finally spoke. "I am Lykos," he said, his voice low and dangerous. Lycan laughed. "Lykos, eh? You're a bold one. I like that."

As she looked around the large compounds filled with guards and saw no sign of a family member, a part of her wasn’t surprised. Since he was a Lycan, they were known to move alone and not in packs like wolves, but they were deadly and strong without a pack to lean on, which meant no one tying them down and no weaknesses; that was what made them ruthless. And it scared Brynn that he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her and do whatever he pleased with her: "It’s late already; you will be shown to your room, and I expect you to meet me when I call for you tomorrow."

Then I could remember the lines I once wrote " I'm perplexed, perturbed shattered and torn I berth in brouhaha, I'm pierced with Kendroth's thorn" Did I just mention Kendroth? ( Kendroth was that wicked werewolf that we were once told by granny in one of her moonlight tales, he was said to be a monster that attacked were witches who were harmless in the past). But all those stories were all myths and fallacious fantasies that had nothing to do with reality.

"Was here. But not anymore. Seraphine was leaving us. Lycenna was looking for the stone. It was an opportunity to have it safely removed, kept somewhere outside of our territory to avoid a war with Lycenna." "What is Lycenna?" "A pack, much like our own. Descendants of the people Lycaon left behind." "But I thought you said Morrighan used her, what do you even call it? Her Moon Goddess token to try to stop Lycaon from fleeing and destroyed the mountains—"

Alpha Luke rhymed off. I felt sorry for this woman. I knew as the Lycan leader, I would need a strong wolf to lead with me. But I had always been prepared to accept whomever my mate was. In my case, I had gotten lucky. My fated mate had been of Beta blood and had been trained to be a Luna.

Her claws were delicate yet deadly, her eyes glowing with pure silver light. The lunar mark on her forehead continued to shine, casting an ethereal halo around her. She stood perfectly balanced at the edge of the fountain, the water reflecting her majestic form. Shaina’s breath caught in her throat. She took an involuntary step back, hand flying to her mouth. “Liliana…?” Matthias froze completely. His eyes widened in disbelief, golden irises reflecting the silver light. His voice came out hoarse. “You’re… a Lycan. Not just any Lycan. A true one. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.”

Definitely Noah's son. "But, what no one knew was that there was a fourth one. One that is even above the alpha. The Greek mythology called him many names, like the bearer of death, Hades's dog..." "Was he a Lycan?" Kieth asked. "Sort of...he was more powerful than a Lycan alpha." Kieth's eyes widen, "What was he called then?" I moved a little closer and whispered, "He was called..." I moved a little closer "The Hellhound."

3rd person point of view: They say curiosity killed the cat. Well, it is kind of true... It was said that Lycaon, the king of Arcadia - the first Lycan\Werewolf ever, the son of Pelasgus, intended to miss with the Zeus. In hope of knowing if the famous Zeus is truly all-knowing, he decided to test him by serving him the remains roasted flesh of Lycaon's own sacrificed son Nyctimus.