Lycanthrope Vs Werewolf Novels & Stories

If she would accept him as her mate. Unlike normal werewolves, who felt a pull to their mate, was destined for them, Lycan’s chose mates. Oftentimes they had several mates in the pursuit of creating as many offsprings as possible, something he had not and likely would not be successful in. Other times they took life mates. After finishing the meat, Viper made his way back onto the ship with it in hand. Placing most of it into the large cooler, he prepared to cook the rest for the evening meal. He'd just began to smoke the meat when the young male came in.

He had high cheekbones and sharp solid features and was built solid, making me wonder if he was Lycan as well Lycans are different; they remained upright when they shifted and were more powerful, faster, and could turn someone into a Lycan; werewolves couldn't change people and weren't anywhere near their caliber. We were practically dogs compared to them, which is why Lycans rule over all of us. Werewolves like myself were half-human; Lycans are purebloods.

“The moon goddess is fair and just, Alpha Victor. Everything will make sense in the end.” “Nothing makes sense now, Glenda. Right now, I’m even having time recognizing who's the lycans of werewolves amongst my pack.” I looked ahead remembering my happy times in the pack when my stepfather takes me to visit the camps of rogue wolves and lycans at the outskirts. “It’s easy to spot a lycan from a werewolf. A lycan’s blood is forged with magic while werewolves are naturally born in the lineage. Both are creations of the moon goddess. Using a simple blood test, you can separate the two.”

A Lycan's wolf is a bigger wolf than any other type of werewolf, stronger, faster, and immortal. Lycans can also have the ability to create a werewolf out of a normal human only by biting them, but a pack of werewolves can't do the same. A Lycan's bite is a killer bite for a vampire. The saliva of a Lycan is a venom that has no cure when it comes to vampires. All in all, it states how Lycans are a better version of werewolves. While lost in my thoughts, one of the Lycans spoke:

Traitors were executed publicly. And he had no mate, which according to wolf law, made him unstable. Lycans were different from regular werewolves. They were bigger, stronger, able to partially shift and control their beasts. But without a mate to balance them, that beast could take over completely. "Maybe he's waiting for his true mate," Maya suggested hopefully. "Or maybe he's just a monster who enjoys the power." I finished my section of floor and stood. "Either way, it doesn't matter to us. We'll stand in the back, survive the ceremony, and come home."

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.

“You always come crawling back, don’t you?” There it was, that smug satisfaction creeping into her tone, right on cue to gloat. "Get rid of the book." She sounded calm this time. "You can either be a witch or a werewolf, never both." "I will prove your wrong.” “You can't.” She snaps. I roll my eyes, though I can't help a grudging smile as her voice hardened. "Listen to me and drink from my cup of wisdom. You can either be a witch or a werewolf. Never both.”

Duty first. The door clicked shut behind me. ~ The Red Moon Packhouse Dorian insisted we met on his own ground. A power move. I walked through Red Moon’s gates with four of my guards, though we both knew they were just for the show. I’m not a werewolf. I’m Lycan, older blood, stronger bones, faster reflexes than any werewolf Dorian could throw at me if that was what he was thinking. Dorian was waiting in their courtyard, gray at the temples, scars along his jaw. Flanked around by betas who looked ready to die for him. They’d die fast if they tried.

The one that used to melt me. The Elder raised the ceremonial dagger and the crowd hushed. “It is time,” he declared, “for the future Alpha to claim his Luna.” My pulse pounded as I stepped forward. Ready. waiting to hear my name. But... “Vivienne Blackwell.” For a second, I thought I’d misheard. The crowd gasped. I froze. In fact, my world froze and tilted. Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life.

“But you felt your beast at twelve, why didn't I feel mine?.” Lena nodded slowly, like she was measuring her words. “That is because wolves and lycans are not the same thing at all. Wolves are more primal, tied straight to the moon and the pack in that raw, messy way. Lycans like Victor come from older, purer lines. Their beasts are controlled, powerful, almost royal. Even if you carried a wolf inside you, it would never balance with his. A wolf and a lycan trying to make a pup? The blood would fight from the first month. It could kill you during pregnancy. But look at you. You are well over eighteen now. If you had a wolf, it would have shown itself years ago. The fact that it never did say