Novel & Cerita Lycanthropes

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about. "Are you serious?" Max asks him looking just as confused as Ryan. "Do I suppose to know who this Lycan is or something?" Ryan looking lost. "Dude where the fuck have you been, under a rock?" Max says. "A Lycan is the original breed of werewolves, but they all died off many years ago. The Lycan king was locked away long before any of us was born," I tell Ryan before looking back down at Lester, hearing a couple of groans come from him as Donna stitch up his wounds.

ANNATORIA “What?” Darius asked haggardly, his thrusts increasing and hitting my pleasure spot. “N-Nothing,” I replied, my mouth hanging open in shock as the memories kept pouring in, taking me back to the start of The Lycan Mission, making me feel the mix of emotions I suffered when I encountered the Lycan of the werewolves. I wasn’t losing my mind at all… All of those strange things, all of them are linked to that Lycan. The voices, the cold, the random flash of being kidnapped, the nightmares… Of course… How the heck could I have forgotten everything?

If monsters from nightmares were made real—they would be Lycans. The Lycans were larger, faster, stronger than any werewolf, impossibly fast, and a horror to look at. I’d heard stories. Awful ones my brothers told me just to be gross, scary ones Mama told me to warn me to be good, and ones I knew were true because those ones were told by Papa.

but his ability to fend the other off made the boy think that Raze didn't follow those dynamics; Thankfully so. It was a secret so huge that it forced him into privacy or he'd wind up putting himself at risk. Lycan's hadn't been a known specie's of hybrid in several hundred years. Almost the entirety of the world's population assumed they were extinct. Ford couldn't handle that kind of attention. And the fact that not all hybrids bared the same trait's helped in hiding, for example, his parent's had tails but he did not. But i'm hungry and they're... too inadequate to live .

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.

His colleagues' expressions were equally menacing. Tears sprang to my eyes, hopelessness filling me, but I gritted my teeth in defiance. Remembering how I had managed to sneak into the Lycan's and werewolves' territory before, I turned away, heading back to my house. I gathered the materials I needed, stealing what I didn't have, and forced myself to eat, despite trembling with exhaustion.

Through the thick haze, shadows moved—large, hulking figures with glowing red eyes. The guards immediately unsheathed their swords, their bodies tensed for battle. “They’re here,” one of them muttered under his breath. My blood ran cold. “Who?” One of the guards stepped protectively in front of me. “Serene’s followers.” Before I could even process his words, the creatures lunged. They were Lycans. Not the kind like my mates—the powerful, controlled Alphas. No, these were wild, untamed beasts. Their claws were longer, their teeth sharper, their growls more monstrous than anything I had ever heard.

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

"I have only been to my school 9 times in my entire life expect exams." Nicolas was so shocked that he couldn't even hide his expression. "Shocking,I know. And lots of pack members were also a part of the same school. Which means I was bullied in school as well," Amara said. She was sounding bitter about everything and she was bitter about it to be honest. Anyone in her place would be. She was treated poorly her entire life and coming out of it like nothing isn't that easy. People take years to get over a incident or trauma they got by someone in a week.