Lycaon X Wise Novelas e Histórias

The power pulsing from me wasn’t just fury—it was divine, ancient, something reborn from the soul of a broken woman who’d risen from her ashes. “I’m not your omega anymore,” I said through clenched teeth, voice steady, eyes blazing. “I’m the Luna of the Lycans. I’m Zane Valerian Blackhowl’s mate. I’m the mother of the future king. And I will never, ever belong to you.” Malrik stood up slowly, the echo of my slap still lingering in the air like electricity. He raised a hand to his lips, wiped the blood that had trickled from the corner, and stared at it for a second. Then… he smiled—a cold, venomous smile that made the hairs on my neck stand.

Just then she saw her mother running there. Allison widened her eyes as Akira pushed the werewolf from attacking Lyceon from behind. She called his name and He turned around. “Stay away, Lyceon. You can't fight this, you can't win this. You are not powerful yet. You have to back off and leave.” Akira warned him before looking around but she didn't see any familiar faces. “Akira, is that….you?” Lyceon was dumbstruck. He remembered how his uncle Bernard used to tell him about their friends. He also showed the photos of everyone so Lyceon recognized Akira.

“This body is not ordinary. It carries the magic of fabrication. It feels otherworldly.” “This is a grave accusation.” Caine interrupted sharply. He turned and addressed Silas. “You expect us to trust the interpretation of an old charlatan?” Fake Logan faced Silas as well. “This is becoming disrespectful. We are both leaders here. You cannot expect moon valleys to accept the judgement of this man.” Silas chuckled softly. “Since the beginning of time, Lycans have been stronger than werewolves.” His eyes locked with Omega Logan, and he continued. “This is a matter already settled, because everyone knows that the omega's claim is absurd.”

“Careful of what?” Diane glanced around as if making sure we weren’t overheard, then leaned closer. “The Lycans in the city… they’re not always fond of people like us.” “People like us?” I repeated, confusion creeping into my voice. She hesitated, clearly weighing her words carefully. “Rogues, specifically. I also hear that they have something against omegas. The Lycan hierarchy is even more rigid than what you’re probably used to. They can be quite hostile.”

King Nico said. “I don’t care! You both shall pay for this.” King Nico made a sound with his mouth and three hefty Lycans appeared from nowhere. “Take him away,” He ordered. “Don’t do this to him.” Alaina said with concern. But before either of them could say more, the grand hall fell into chaos as Lucian shifted and started fighting the Lycans aggressively, growling and snarling while they exchanged fangs. As they overpowered him and showed no mercy, Alaina intervened with sorcery, and the Lycans were sent flying. They all shifted back to their human forms. Beta Lucian was harmed but he was still blinded with fury.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

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.

He looked shocked. Lyne was walking on all fours and it felt painful at first but with each step, she took she began to feel powerful. "My name is Lyne and I am the Luna, daughter of Tara and Styx, Alpha of the only powerful Wolf clan. Partner to the King Zeidan. Leave this territory or we will surely do this the hard way." The Werecats were terrified of Wolves and their Alpha, the almighty Styx. This white powerful Wolf is his daughter. They scurried away and Zeidan looked at her eyes widened.

"Now, this night might end up well and bad. We do not know. I have seen nothing concerning this night and I do not know why Lyca has suddenly decided to be quiet about it." Lyca was the spirit they worshipped. He was the first Werewolf to ever exist and had paved the way for future Werewolves by sacrificing his soul to the moon. And this way, Werewolves could pray to him for good luck and safety. He was an intermediary to the Moon goddess, Luna.

I say and Selene smiles at what I’m saying and she nods in agreement. “I agree with Asteria. We can’t leave that out. The siren half of him is just as important as the Lycan. So we add that too.” I mouth a thank you to her, and she winks at me. What is happening? Why am I being nice to her? Oh fuck it, this is bigger than a three-thousand-year-old grudge. “Then it is settled. We will be working closely with you both and I’m sure those in this room will be too?” Lycaon asks looking at everyone and they all nod and say yes. Well, that makes it easier, I suppose.