Lycaon X Wise Novelas e Histórias

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

My gaze returned to him, up close, the fine lines etched into his face and the stray strands of grey hair threading through his perfectly polished ponytail. "My son may be the Alpha, commanding strength and power, but the Luna commands loyalty. "If an Alpha is the sword," he finished softly, "then the Luna is the hand that decides when it should be drawn." His words settled deep within me. A timeless, wise counsel from a man who knew the true cost of power “You say all these, but you have a stubborn wolf for a son," I confessed, the words tasting like ash. "It seems he has found a woman who already fits his world."

he was able to fend for his flock against the creatures they had fallen prey to. After many, many nights together Selene bore Endymion a son, Lycaon. The first werewolf. He was a beautiful and happy child, but he grew cold and angry at his mother Selene. Lycaon resented the fact that his mother had to leave him at the rising of the sun. As he grew into a man, Lycaon’s anger turned sour. One night in a fit of rage, whilst in his wolf form, he fatally wounded his father. Selene was heartbroken by the actions of her son, and so she took Endymion to a hidden cave. There she laid him to rest in an ageless sleep for all eternity, so that she might still visit and look upon her beloved’s peaceful

Zaria scoffed, disdain and disgust dripping from her voice as she snarled in the back of my mind. I agreed with her. Raed Basil. Nazia Owaib. Caira Mirza. These three Lycans weren’t anything good. They must’ve been the ones fanning the flames in the dark and egging on the clan members to cause a scene here. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for the interest-minded clan elders to raid the residence of the Lycan Heir nominated for Lycan King in his absence.

Just as we passed one of the rogue communities, Zola, Toby and Tyra all came running alongside us, playfully barking and howling next to Conan with their tongues hanging out as he laughed and looked at them all with so much exhilaration. I looked at them all, Roman, Conan and my friends that had come to visit my land many times after they heard the news of Marco’s demise, and my heart seemed to swell from the abundance of love and freedom we all now shared. I was so incredibly besotted with Conan, every time he smiled, laughed or looked at me with those big brown eyes that seemed to reflect the same spirit as his father’s, and I just knew with every fibre in my body he was going to be the Ly

“But today, I will only go over the most important, so listen carefully.” I put more cream into my tea and held the cup in my hand as I waited for Lana to begin speaking. Again I followed Diana’s advice and used patience while dealing with the older woman. The Luna had earned my patience and respect. She sipped her tea and chose a scone from a plate, and then spoke. “I’m sure you know never to disrespect the Moon Goddess or Lycaon.” I nodded. “Surely that is something no werewolf dares to do.” “Most werewolves don't dare to do it,” she stated. “But there are some who are very foolish or insane. Let’s move on.”

, Lycaon said scornfully as he smiled. Jade and Seraphina, witnessing the horrifying demise of Deucalion, erupted into the chamber. Without a moment's hesitation, they launched a coordinated assault on Lycaon, their magical energies converging in a dazzling display. Lycaon, however, met their attacks with an air of disdain, effortlessly parrying their onslaught. His laughter echoed through the chamber, a mocking symphony in the face of their desperate resistance. "Foolish mortals," he scoffed, "your feeble attempts are but fleeting embers against the encroaching darkness."

As Alpha Zachariah makes his way through PowerMoon territory, he gets updates from each of the teams, letting him know that the breeding camp he is heading for is Valentino’s main camp. Zachariah entered the next warrior's camp. This one was slightly different to all the others, with more of Valentino’s higher-ranked warriors inside. Zachariah faced 4 warrior Lycans, taking out each one after a reasonable fight. Once he was fighting the last warrior Lycan facing him, Zachariah has a slight misstep collapsing to his knees as he feels a sharp pain shoot through his chest, but still managed to just dodge the Lycan’s advance that was attacking him.

*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.

The grin on her lips make me kick my chair back and the restaurant is cleared out within seconds, even the workers left through the back door. Her smirk fell as fast as it appeared. My hand drags along the edge of the table as I round it, my eyes never leaving her face that is being tainted with fear. “You think you’re tough because you’re of an alpha bloodline, but I am of Lycan bloodline, your superior, descended right from the Moon Goddess herself and you come in here, acting like the Luna you’ll be, but aren’t yet…It’s funny…” I stop beside her and she has broken our eye lock, she’s staring in front of her.