Lycanthropes Novels & Stories

He expressed, but I frowned. “I'm serious. I just want to know, okay?” As soon as I said that, he nodded. “First of all, you're not a Lycan, so take that idea for your head. Secondly, Lycans are strong and are kings of other alphas. They are feared.” He paused, and then smirked. “You are one pretty shewolf…” “Are there other Lycans out there?” I asked, and he sighed. “Well there were, but not anymore. Look, I know you're interested in knowing everything but–”

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

His case was so strange, I don’t even remember what happened after he carried me up to our bedroom that day. Did we have sex? Was sex the key to unlocking the disease? If that were the case, then all three kings would be dead by now. A shiver runs up my spine at the thought of waking up one day to find all three of them in the same condition as Jonathan. That would just be traumatizing. Plus, I doubt I can hide from the wrath of two powerful kingdoms at once. Or does it have something to do with the fact that they are Lycans? Lycans are known to be far stricter than we wolves.

I didn't know everything about the wolf world but I've stayed long enough to know that there is a system of hierarchy that is way more strict than the human world. The only set of wolves higher than an alpha is the royal family, they have lived for ages and unlike normal wolves, they do not age. The royal family are the first set of wolves the moon goddess ever made, their history goes way beyond civilization. They rule the wolf world with power and they are referred to as lycans, the current lycan king is Jacobi thoryan. The pack females love to gossip about him and daydream about being his mate.

Matilda half yelled at the moving figures swinging across the tall trees above them, getting no response she yelled out, "Are you fucking deaf?, show yourself." From the shadows, seven figures emerged, and at first glance, evelyn thought them to be human, however, after coming to light they were revealed to be.....Lycans and in horror she staggered backward, it was the first time she had seen a Lycan's true transformation, they were wolves in a humanoid form towering over 8ft, most of which blended with the darkness, their dark as night furs looked much more hideous and frightening than she had expected, she shivered in fear not able to tear her gaze off their feral elongated teeth and claws

The last of his kind. His name stokes fear in the hearts of many, including my mother and father. He is cruel and ruthless in the darkest and most depraved way. He has no heart, no soul and no mercy when it comes to plundering and killing. His obscene and insane powers as a lycan enable him to kill people in a rather unpleasant and gruesome way that most werewolves cannot, giving him the power to transform whenever he wants while we have to wait for a full moon. I have heard about him from snatches of rumours around the house and I had no intention of meetings him in this lifetime or in my next.

"Lycans are creatures of instinct. They do not hide emotion; they act upon it." Chloe flipped through her old journals. The handwriting was childish, recorded years ago when she still thought being part of a "Hunter Dynasty" was a heroic calling. She remembered her mother pointing to old bestiaries, gently explaining the hierarchies of the wolf, the fox, and the stag.

"Ashthorne, look at the northern ridge!" Before Kaelor could sound the alarm, the high rocky bluffs overlooking the narrow canyon of the Northern Border erupted into a terrifying chorus of unnatural, guttural howls. The dusk sky was swallowed by a sudden, suffocating tide of pitch-black smoke. From the canyon crest, hundreds—no, thousands—of corrupted Lycans rained down like starving beasts. Their eyes blazed with sickening crimson fire, dark fluid leaking from their slavering jaws, their muscular frames mutated beyond human shape.

That was inhuman, monstrosity and something lacking control. No one reacted to it because he got the job done, he removed an enemy, they don’t care now until they find themselves his enemy. Lycans are creatures that crave power, back at home I study them even though they were only whispered among the people in my pack. That was how afraid we were of them, they also crave blood, destruction and they hunt other people for sports.

"However, there was limited information available. I did manage to find one connection to a study on humanoids. According to the website, the group was delving into the research of lycanthropy." A sense of intrigue mixed with concern settled over the room as the significance of the symbol and its connection to lycanthropy began to unravel. The unexpected twist deepened the mystery, leaving them with more questions than answers. “What is that?” Lily asked. "They refer to us as 'lycanthropes,' a term used to describe the fusion of wolf and human. They believed we have been cursed to transform into wolves, losing our human reasoning and succumbing to primal insti