Lycanthropes Novels & Stories

"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.

Zane said and Eryn nodded his head. "Yes what, is it?" He said. "Dakota and Claire, I have always seen them together in every mission and danger. They face it together, why it is always them? Ans no one else goes along with them?" Zane questioned. Eryn smiled. "As living in our territory, you know that there are three types of supernatural creatures live here... Vampires, Werewolves, and Lycans that are hybrids and possess both vampire and werewolf powers," Eryn explained and Zane nodded his head.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Pearl was sitting in the front yard with her sister, Katty, trying to get a handle on the moment. "Yes, and no, they are special. Their ancestors bio-engineered the lycan race thousands of years ago. The alchemist and other supernatural beings never expected the lycans to be able to reproduce and produce offspring, but they were able to do that. The original Lycans were dire wolves, and many remain so, like Vergel, Ethan, and Finn. The three were, um, unique; they have wings and can wield magic."

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

So they could delay them and torture me? Would Chrystal be there? Breathe, Violet…Breathe. I closed my eyes, taking another deep breath. Then I heard the sound of loud howls, and my eyes flew open again. Just like that, I was back to square one. Looking out the window once more, I spotted the open field near the palace. Dozens of Lyperians were running across it, and they were all in their shifted forms. They were massive, powerful, and fast enough to run across with such speed it was hard to even follow them with my eyes. People were right about them. Lycans, Lyperians in particular, were living weapons.

"What are they?" I dragged my fingers through my hair and let out a breath of agitation. "They are Lycanthropes. Lycans, for short. An evolution of the werewolf. Now stop troubling me with mundane inquiries." "Mundane?" Hyperion’s voice rose with disbelief. "A new species is hardly mundane."

Lycans are a race of half human and half werewolf. When they shift, they become rabid and powerful beasts that could easily tear you limb from limb. They stand on their two legs like a human, but their overall appearance is that of a wolf. They are beautiful and magnificent creatures - well, unless you are the recipient of their attack. Their human forms are even more magnificent because it is their human side that prevails.

Scarlet replied. NOTE: Lycans have a completely different meaning in my book. They are just huge wolves, the double of a normal wolf, with thick white fur and distinct violet eyes, blessed with enormous strength and extinct species, but our Astrid is the only one to exist in the present time. Maybe she got her genes from somewhere you'll know about. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _