Lycanthropes Novels & Stories

Gripping it by its tail, Lev grunted as swung it into another. My eyes bulged out; is this the strength of a lycan? Unlike cane wolves, Lycan were a hundred times stronger and their senses were more heightened. It was said they were once cane wolves, who sacrificed something of great importance to Nyctaris, the moon goddess of the underworld, for powers. I could only wonder what he had sacrificed. Their screech tore through the air of the forest before lingering as they kept coming, each taking turns to attack. But like an unforgiving beast he was, he took them down, their heads thudding to the floor.

These were not the creatures they had faced in the Glade; these were different, stronger, far more organized. Lyra, her senses heightened, recognized the markings on their twisted forms. They were the remnants of the Obsidian Pack, a group believed to have been eradicated centuries ago. Their leader, a hulking brute named Malazar, was a figure whispered about in hushed tones, a wolf of immense power and ruthless ambition, one who had once threatened to plunge their world into eternal darkness. His return was a nightmare made real.

“He’s not a shifter. He’s a Lycan.” In our world, Lycans are between wolf-shifters and werewolves, and stronger than wolf-shifters. They were one of the deadliest wolf species. They shifted into monsters who stood on their hind legs, and looked half human, half wolf, their snouts elongated like a wolf, but they grew fangs that protruded down to their chins, and their claws were long and sharp. But like wolf-shifters, Lycans could shift at will, and they could be born or made.

“You are in the land of the in-between, just like us, since you fainted after seeing your dear Ethan turned into a beast-looking creature.” “Sweetie, they are called Lycanthropes or Lycans. They may look scary, and I can agree with beasts, but we cannot be judging anyone on appearances, right?” Alona rubbed Lexy’s back gently as she explained. Lexy fell silent. Her mom had a point, but she was still scared. She had not seen a frightening creation doing anything good to her during the whole time she was with them. How can she convince herself they are not beasts when they beat Ethan without mercy.

Please, your dad - he made me promise I would get a message to you. I don’t stop. I’m tearing through bushes, jumping across logs, weaving through trees. I want to block him out. But I don’t. The Lycaon, they’re on the packlands. They’re calling in more of them. You can’t fight them all!, he links again. The Lycaon, named after an ancient Greek king, a sadistic f*cker who offered his son up willingly to Zeus. Now, the name of an elite group of werewolves made up of assassins, gifted wolves, and ex-military guns for hire.

"Werewolves or Lycanthropes are mythological beings that can morph both into a wolf like figure and human. Lycanthropes, just like normal wolves has sharp fangs and claws but almost five times bigger than a normal wolf. These morphers were known for their bloodthirsty lust for killing people and animals. They were always seen as strong and almighty creature with only but one flaw, temper. The moment a lycanthrope failed to control their emotions and temper, they will immediately turn into their monstrous form." "You really do have a thing for this, aren't you?" Justin said, unable to hide the disbelief in her voice, as if she is

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

We were playing when there was a huge blasting sound. The earth rattled and our home shook. The door flew open and in came a few men. No, they were not men. They were vicious beasts. Primal hunters. Lycans. They were here for blood. My father charged at them while my mother tried to shield us with her body. Turning around to me, she said, “Go to your hiding spot. I will come to save you.” “Nooooo” I cried as I saw five year old Celia look terrified. She clumlisy grabbed Liam, tried to hold him up in her little arms, and went to the hiding spot.

What else could have led her to take the desperate step of denying her heritage and living alongside another species? Just who was this Lycan? Had I only seen his mellow side up to now? If so, when would he unleash the real monster? And would I survive to see Lolo again? I’d never been so scared. I really hoped my instincts were wrong this time, the ones which told me he was capable of absolutely anything.