Resident Evil 8 Lycan Novels & Stories

And behind him was the infamous black wolf army. “Hunter from the Hebris Pack will surely emerge as the champion. Oh, should I say… it’s me?” one lycan said beside Hevian. He was Eshlu, Verson’s heir. Hevian remained silent. He didn’t want to engage in conversation with Eshlu because it might end up in another argument that would displease Fang. Besides, Hevian would have taken the hunt seriously if only he hadn’t been distracted in Qalin Forest. He knew his ability and flaunting it wouldn’t change a thing.

My lungs burned as the air was knocked from them. I screamed and tried to get it off of me before I heard a grunt and spun to see a large feral-looking Lycan standing on its hind legs, its large muscular and hairy body huge compared to me. A wolf was latched onto the creature's shoulder, but it was as if he barely noticed. And then I met the Lycan's eyes and froze. I knew those strange yellow-orange eyes. I would remember them anywhere. Terror took over me and my body trembled involuntarily from fear.

With that she cut the locks of Ericka's hair, as a send off rite to their ancestors. She mutter beneath her breathe. "I won't forgive you Alessia for daring to bring your Hybrid blood as a source redemption to the Lycans! None of the children of Lycan shall find redemption till I wipe you all from the surface of the earth and send you to Selene to forever wander on the moon!! You have been cursed and cursed I shall make you remain", she let out a cruel laughter, which shakes the entire building. "Mother!" comes a voice behind her.

It cause the young lady's scalp to numb! “What are they?” She couldn't believe her eyes. She never have any idea about lycans, so this transformation of them cause her heart to dread! They height more than a few inch of her, but they are unsighty. Their eyes glown in red, causing heat to rise and lifted the coldness of the forest!

If anyone tries to harm you again, what do you do? ‘Kick them right where it hurts the most and say to them, I am Lady Lylah, daughter of a Lycan, and you’ve just met your worst nightmare!’ ‘That’s my girl.’ he smiles.

Julian sat alone in his office, the early morning sun spilling across Kaelani’s file. His gaze lingered on the line he couldn’t let go of: Origin: Lycan. Secondary Origin: Unknown. His thumb brushed the edge of her photo, that grainy image of a too-young girl with storm-gray eyes. “What are you?” He whispered.

Probably even create a new type. "How many times has he done this?" I ask, drinking a little from the glass. "Disappearing like this? What did you mean by over the edge?" "On those days when we let the darkness take over, when we go on a murderous rampage, it's not something a cozy bed and a hot bath can fix. Sinclair's Lycan has an insatiable thirst for blood. When he succumbs to it, it's a battle to reclaim his sanity. He won't come back to you until he's certain he won't tear you apart if you snuck up on him."

When they disappear. I scream into the night before it turns into a shriek. Hands grab me and I turn. I scream and lash out, tears stream down my face. My wrists are caught by a bleeding Vilkas. “She’s gone. Vilkas someone took her. Where were you?” I pound on his chest as I sob. “I was hit with Draconian root. We will get her back. It’s ok, we will get her back.” There is only one species with golden eyes. Lycans.

“This isn’t a movie, Tourmaline. Bullets can slow them down, no matter what they’re made from, but they don’t kill them.” “What does?” Torrance still looked cautious. “Why do you want to know?” Michaela slid an understanding look at her worried friend. “It’s okay, Torry. She’s not looking to murder anyone. She’s just scared.” “You don’t need to be,” Jillian told her, going to the fridge and grabbing them each a bottle of water. “Not of Razl and the Runners. They’re golden. They’d die before letting anything happen to a woman or child. But to answer your question,” she said, sliding back into her seat and twisting the cap off her water, “a Lycan can be killed if they get cut up too badly and

As if to make himself feel better, he started caressing Lucianne’s shoulders in soothing strokes while she explained to Dr Yeil that she had gone through every book she could find on irregular wolf features but nothing came up. “I must say that I’ve never heard of such a thing either, your Highnesses. But uh, my Queen, perhaps consider that the striped tail may not be a peculiarity exhibited only by wolves.” Lucianne pondered before responding, “So, you’re saying that I may have a peculiarity of another species, like a human, a vampire, or…” “Or a Lycan.” The doctor suggested. “Lycans are known to be generally more resistant to silver.”