Lynx Oc Novels & Stories

She gasped, staring at the silver eyes' beast of the beast. Ogar’s eyes widened as he stared at the creature. It was a Lycan “Kill him!” Ogar barked at his men. The werewolves attacked, lunging forward, but the Lycan tore into them with savage fury. Kimberly scrambled back, watching in stunned horror as claws and fangs clashed, blood spraying across the forest floor. One by one, the werewolves fell until only Ogar remained. The Alpha was panting, his face twisted with rage as he glared at the Lycan.

I pulled down a heavy tome, the one with the red full moon embossed on the cover, and settled at the small table, dust rising as I opened it. The text was in old script, but I’d studied it enough to read fluently. It spoke of the first Lynix, a silver wolf born under a blood moon, whose power fused packs and birthed legends. Tattoos like mine were described… branches of gold and silver petals blooming across skin when a Lynix completed the marking. But deeper pages hinted at cycles: this wasn’t the first time the prophecy had stirred. It was foretold that another Lynix would rise and be mated to twin Alphas, their union sparking war and unity alike. The sky would darken then too, storms ragi

That was a conversation she was sure neither one of them wanted to have. “As you probably already know, Lycans are part of the apex predators and are at the top of the paranormal hierarchy. Unlike us, there are several different kinds of lycans. Going by Solomon’s indigo eyes, I’m going to hazard a guess that he has control over storms.” “What does that mean?” Lucia asked. That sounded cool and totally intimidating.

“Nothing like that. Don’t—Lyall!!" Lyall ran away. He transformed into a wolf, bit his bag, and ran as fast as he could. Lycaon transformed too. He tried to chase after Lyall. “Lyall! Stop!” Lycaon mindlinked Lyall. But Lyall quickly deactivated the mindlink. Lycaon managed to align himself with Lyall. Lycaon growled at Lyall, but Lyall didn't stop running. Lycaon ran faster and stopped right in front of Lyall, making him stop immediately. Lyall growled angrily, baring his sharp teeth. Lycaon growled even louder. But Lyall wouldn't give in, causing Lycaon to roar loudly. His roar made Lyall's body tremble instantly. His body automatically ducked. But it didn't last long. Lyall lunged at his

I was so mad that I wanted to just claw at him so I turned on my heels, walked up to him, and looked him in the eye. He maintained a steady gaze as I jutted my chin up and looked up into those striking silver eyes. “You are stronger and faster just because you are a lycan. An ordinary werewolf has no chance against me” I growled in a low voice and he nodded his head. “I AM stronger and faster but not because I am a lycan…because I know how to channelize my rage” He spoke in a neutral tone and for a moment I just stared at him.

“I think I will pass. I don’t make a habit of forcing myself to like things that taste bad.” His lips curved like I had amused him. He didn’t move closer, but his presence pressed. “I’m Lyon Vanigar,” he said, offering his hand like it was supposed to mean something. “Lycan Ruler of the Centruid Pack.” I stared at his hand for a beat, then took it only because not doing so would cause a scene. “Ria,” I said shortly. When he pulled away, his touch lingered against my skin far too long. My brows furrowed. He wasn’t hiding what he wanted. At all

I said walking ahead and the closer I got to Seff the more I felt my heart beat faster. I stilled when I saw him look in the direction of where Seff was hiding. By the expression on his face it looked as if he had spotted something. I was sure that he wouldn't be aware of Seff's presence by his smell since I had taken away his smell and layered a magic that would muffle the sound of his heartbeat but still I was worried. Lycans are known for their super senses. “Is there something bothering you Mr. Plyth?” I asked , hoping to distract his attention from Seff. I couldn't be sure why but just thinking that Seff might get caught was making it difficult for me to breathe.

But the late Luna was an Omega, and though the retired Lyncan King's father tried to stop the union, he did not accept but threatened to elope with his Omega mate, Drake thought, but he said nothing so as not to antagonize his Lyncan king. 'Is anything known of her mother?' he asked. 'Who was she?'. 'Andrew kept his affair secret and Amelia ensured that the mistress was driven out of the pack as soon as she gave birth. She was not given the time to even suckle the child. But she is suspected to be an Omega from a distant pack. Nothing has been heard of her since then!' 'Strange', the former Lyncan king said, looking very thoughtful. 'What would make a woman leave her child and run off immedi

I tried connecting to Felix through the pack link, but I got nothing. When I got outside, I stopped, trying to sense either of them. Bringing my wolf forward, I tapped into him so I could try to get an idea of where they were. The smell of Brook hit me, but it was light, and I couldn’t tell which direction it was coming from. I moved towards the tree line and her scent became stronger with each step.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?