Lycanthropy Mythology Novels & Stories

The handwriting is familiar, bringing relief to me and Joy both as it is the exact page we have been rummaging around for; but why is it in the fire place. I recall the last page we had read together and fill it into the sentence accordingly. “A male Lycan can lose his power if he has sex with a virgin werewolf on the full moon, unless..” I leaned in to read the scrap of paper, entranced with it, “the male Lycan has found his one, promised mate. Lycan’s cannot reject or find another fated—they are trapped at the bond of which their power source will surge forever. Their one true mate.”

She needs to know that the superiority of the witches, is in itself, as old as time. "Thousands of Years ago, your ancestors Lykaon, spite Zeus by presenting him with the flesh of a human to feast on during a festival of the full moon. Zeus, furious with Lykaon actions and temerity, cast a curse on him and his descendants. Zeus, cursed Lykaon, to be a feral animal of the night, to wander forever, unable to control himself, to wander mindless, unable to know if he was human or not. Zeus, cast Lykaon to the earth and the curse ruled Lykaon. And on every full moon, Lykaon, being the strongest, would rip out the throat of his own children and feed on it. And, when dawn comes he would weep over t

If someone were to walk in they’d see the way he pinned me to the wall, our chests heaving in tandem, and would likely assume the worst. I sucked in a ragged breath as he removed his hand, only the air was thick with his scent. It rushed right to my head, coaxing a whine from my lips that I barely managed to smother in time. Lycans were a vicious, brutal race. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the half-brothers from hell. The blast should’ve broken your spine. Ryker’s eyes were dark with rage, yet I thought I saw something within them falter. It lasted but a split second, a fraction of a moment.

It was really no surprise that the Lycans were created by the Moon Goddess to be protectors and like most protectors, the most powerful one was named their leader, their general, their King. However, from what I have learned a trait that is seen mainly in the Human species but seems to be present in all species Supernatural or not. It seems that all it takes to start a simple fight or something as big as a war is having someone who is either greedy for more power than they already have or don't have or someone full of jealousy or maybe even a mix of both to ruin what could have been.

It’s hard, but the glimmer of hope is there and his wolf is holding onto it for dear life. We dry one another off after we finish and then wrap ourselves in robes to join Ace and Dylan in the dining area for dinner. After eating a feast of steaks, salads and roasted vegetables, we settle down to hear the story of the Children of Taranus. The Storm Bringers. “It starts with a thunderclap and flash of lightning,” Dylan reads. “The god Taranus appears before the brave Lycan in the field of Athyn Rwy. Here they make love and the god promises abundance for the people of the Lycan’s vast pack lands. The god visits the Lycan many times and they produce many children. These children form the eight

I had no interest in seeing his prepubescent body. I preferred these high places. They afforded me the chance to see everything while remaining hidden. I have felt like a monster for as long as I can remember. I never understood why until the day I first shifted into my Lycan form. Most wolves become four-legged beasts, but I became something in addition—a massive, two-legged, white-furred nightmare. I am the only Lycan in existence. The wise ones in the capital had searched ancient Greek texts, pulling out a term long forgotten: Lycanthropy. They told my father it was the result of a curse placed on my mother. People feared me, which was normal. People always fear what they cannot understan

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

She believed Fang had finally accepted her, but it was a trap. The three families chose to sacrifice her on the night of a super blue blood moon to strengthen the shapeshifting power of the Lycans. They believed the Moon Goddess would bestow them with this rare gift. The Lycans were the small portions of immortals given an opportunity to reside in the new world created by the deities after the Great Fae War.

She intriguingly continued reading it. ~ Lycanthropes, or commonly called Lycans, were the strongest unbeatable and highest form of werewolves. They have the power to shapeshift at their own will and control it – at anytime and anywhere they want. ~ ~ Lycanthropes look like wolves but are immensely bigger and with deadly claws. Its bared canines were poisonous so that it could kill you slowly or immediately, depending on how deep the bite was. ~ ~ Lycans were geniuses and could easily grasp ideas – making it hard to kill, not just in terms of strength and power. ~

For centuries, Lycans are consider the moon goddess perfect creation. For all to see, Lycans have special gifts. They are stronger, then any average was wolf they can stand on two feet in their world Lycans is forced to be reckoned with. That is why a lot of supernatural creatures fear they highly respected all over them they.