Novel & Cerita Lycanthropy Mythology

"She lived through it Di. She got through and survived, just like you." "How could they try to sacrifice a child to a god that may not exist?" "What god? You mean the moon goddess?" "No...Lycrith, god of the Lycans, or god of Darkness to others... The cult tricked my grandfather in believing it was her, but it was never her, it was Lycrith that they worshipped. They believed that one day Lycans will return back from extinction, ruling over wolves and humanity alike. " I looked down to the rabbit and stroked my hand across its soft head one last time before gently placing it on the ground.

It’s not like a kind of book you would even see at a regular bookstore or any other one. It looks like an heirloom of a royal family. “One should be able to control its thirst and desire, but he is different. The odd one is the only one in his race who couldn’t control himself. A lycanthrope should be able to control its beast but the odd one can’t. And that is the punishment of the God” This is what was written on the first page of the book. Punishment and all. Thirst and desires. The same with the book I have in me. It’s all about punishment of the first lycanthrope in the history of mythology. King Lycaon of the Kingdom of Arcadia.

A memory of the night before I found Ayla and the twins replayed in my mind; in my dream, the moon goddess had appeared to me and instructed me to find the Lycan princess and protect her. Lycans were an ancient bloodline of beings that had powers greater than what we knew as werewolves, but they had disappeared a long time ago, and I wasn’t sure how she expected me to find anyone from that lineage. The goddess had said she’d be in the woods, running away from her past, and I would know who she was when I found her. When I woke up, I tried to ignore the dream, but the woods felt like it was calling out to me, so I took a walk. That’s when I caught a whiff of her scent; it hit me with an inten

Luke spoke in his deep voice while tightening his grip over her. “Well, you are not saying anything else either! What is it! Are you enjoying seeing me struggling or what!” “Yes, I am.” Luke said, Raina froze as she looked at him and Luke said, “I am enjoying seeing you trapped between my arms and struggling to get out like a small little butterfly.” Raina smiled bitterly, “of course, you do, of course you love my suffering and not just you even moon goddess loves to see me suffer, since she has mated me to you.”

She took a deep breath and placed her hand on her heart and after a while Amanda came back to her senses. “What I am doing here?” asked Amanda. “At least you have not asked who I am,” said Daniel, exhausted. “So it is true, you are indeed…..I have read about this in Greek books,” said Amanda, excited. “Gods are so jealous and cunning. Most demigods are born because of affairs or jealousy. So you are birth of jealousy as well?” she asked excitedly. He cleared his throat and she looked behind her. A graceful woman who was wearing a light pink gown and had light brown hair and green eyes was smiling at her. She looked so young and youthful.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

Lycans were a myth. “I’m serious, Zaliver,” I said with my lips pursing at him. “So am I.” I shook my head at him not believing him. “Think about it. A species similar to werewolves but are way too different from them—stronger, faster, and better than wolves. I command all wolves. Come on, Vivian,” he said.

The door was sent flying in the air, hitting against the wall and reducing into pieces of dust. " How dare you touch her with your dirty hands?" Brendon roared, breathing furiously, his eyes were bloodshot red giving off a murderous melody. " Leave her you bastards!" He roared, and there was a disastrous interaction of lightning waves. It was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open. After a few seconds the light beams disappeared, from there walked a huge beast like werewolf. No , not a werewolf but a Lycan King. The legendary beast who was king of werewolves. I have only heard this from other slaves during my time in prison but witnessing it with my eyes sends shivers down my spines.

“Then we have mates. Humans call it soulmates. Unlike humans who search for theirs, the Moon Goddess—the deity watching over us—chooses our mate. Most find theirs after getting their wolf at eighteen, but some don’t until the time is right.” “Woah,” Mason muttered again. “That world is indeed complicated. Definitely not like folktales and movies.” He nodded slowly, then recalled something and asked Ste-phen , who had begun setting the dining table, “And Lycans?” “Lycans are stronger, faster, and tend to live much longer than werewolves, who have almost the same lifespan as humans. We were chosen as guardians long ago by the Moon Goddess. The bloodline continues.” Mason blinked, his expressio

he asked as he started to give me a tour round the pack house. “Hmm anything really. I just need to know more about you Lycans. How did you all end up here, what's the nature of–” “Slow down. Well, Lycans were believed to be curses, that was years ago before everyone came to the light. The truth is that it's not as easy as you expect it to be. The nature of Lycans scared the normal wolves, and they saw us as a threat. Somehow the moon goddess blessed us with powers, and it passed down from ancestors to ancestors.”