Resident Evil 8 Lycan Novels & Stories

“I just wanted a little family reunion. Where is that rascal called Kael anyway.” We stood there, frozen, watching him disappear inside like he owned the entire place. “Who… who is that man?” My voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper. Mrs. Halloway closed her eyes for half a second, like she was bracing herself. When she opened them, they were sad. Resigned. “Lucien is Kael’s brother,” she said quietly. “Another Lycan. And twice as dangerous.” Brother. The word hit me harder than his stare had.

“We finally make headway on gaining a pack and this happens now. You two are gaining way too much power than you can no longer tame it. You’re going to end up fucking each other to death, Helen.” Even at the mention of death, my body craved Justin’s. I could see it again, with the realization that even death didn’t scare my heat away, that Randy was right. I wept in ache, in need, and in guttural fear. What was happening to me and my Lycan?

I shrugged, "Well, my sister brings me books to read and I kind of call him whenever I have questions so I am pretty confident in your culture now" Traian wanted to deliver some books about Shifters to my sister and pack it for me because I still didn't tell him my address for the past two years but I refused. I am afraid someone might have opened those books and read the contents. I don't want to risk anything. Instead, my sister brings the books she has to their house. That's what I read and I finally know about Traian being a Lycan. I still find it hard to believe that I am mated to a Lycan—a superior kind from Shifters. They are stronger, have lived longer than the others, and have a dis

“I will be going back for now, he might be looking for me. He said we will be going somewhere. Better be there before he gets angry again. Bye Hephe.” “Goodbye, my lad-wait,” “Yes?” “I have one more thing to tell you, my lady.” “That is?” “Humans die after giving birth to a Lycan offspring.” The mere single statement sent me freezing in my spot for some minutes. My world spiraled in front of my own eyes. My body shook as almost half of my energy was sucked away. “W-what do you mean?”

Lycan growled inside my head. “I am warning you! You will not get this chance again! will return and take my vengeance. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL” Darian screamed desperately after me. “No, you won’t. I clawed you in the woods. I poisoned you and now you will suffer a slow and painful death much worse than if I just kill now” I replied calmly. A dark laughter appeared in my head, and I knew Lycan was as amused as he was satisfied with the outcome probably knowing that the dark poisoness and lethal matter, that had almost kill Iza, was one of Lycan’s gifts as a wolf.

If I had been asked Noah's age, I would have put him at twenty-eight, at most thirty but I never thought he would be this old. Noah chuckled, " Calm down, I already see the wheels in your head spinning. Lycans are immortal." My head almost spun, It could no longer contain the information Noah was pumping into it. I walked to the chair and sat with my head in between my head. "Did you just say Lycans are immortal? How?" " It's just how we are. Werewolves slowly age but they still die. Lycans rarely age and we don't die. We only die when our mates reject us or when we're killed." He shrugged as if the words he said hadn't just blown my mind.

“Do it if you have the guts to, but believe me, it is not going to bring him back to life. If it would, then I would be more than happy to give him my life.” “Who was that fucking thing? What was he?” Hana asked, keeping her shaking hand on the trigger. Elena stayed on her knees in front of her, submitting to whatever she was doing. She looked at me over Hana’s shoulder, her eyes holding an assurance that I didn’t expect to see. However, she was quick to turn her attention to the grieving human. “We call him a Lycan,” Elena said, answering her question. “It is a different form of werewolf, a demon born.”

The Lycan's Secret Mate 1 Abused and Neglected: Liliana. I am Liliana, and my life has been nothing but misery and pain since my family died trying to save strangers. The pack that we were a part of was once a loving and caring community, but now it has turned into a place of cruelty and abuse.

he says, brushing over my words. He turns to leave, hand on the door. But before he opens it, he pauses and glances back. “Your next fight is overmorrow,” he says casually. “It's with a Lycan from Selenium. A male. I don't know how much you know about Lycans, but they're bloodthirsty beings with twice the strength of a werewolf. They don't have any weaknesses, but they love to toy with their prey. And that's what I'd advise you to use as your opening shot in the match. Let the Lycan toy with you, and when he gets carried away, that's when you strike. Go straight for the head. Don't hesitate. I'm betting on you.”

They all heard it—Leo’s scream. I hit the altar floor. My knees gave a sharp, agonizing pop. I looked up through the red mist. We weren't surrounded by machines. We were surrounded by The Pillars. Massive tubes of focus-glass containing the skeletons of a thousand years of Alphas. They were the generators. They were the "High-Tech" power source of the Lycan world. "They want to turn my son into the next battery," I hissed, drawing my silver blade. Ryan’s 14-B protocol ignited in the air, turning into purple ash.