Rise Of The Lycans Novels & Stories

And Raina can feel it and she knew very well that Luke can feel it too, she had seen it in his eyes and in his behaviour and that was why he would never come near her, he would always watch from the side as his side chick Fiona and some of her friends and his own friend would bully and torment her, and he would just enjoy. “I would see about that.” Luke said, “let’s see how long you can keep up, with whatever I have planned for you!” he said before he looked at her up and down and left, feeling frustrated, he hated the fact that his body would react to her and his wolf asked for her. This made him feel so repulsed and disgusted. Of all the people in the world, the only person he had to be ma

Ryan asked, trying to keep up a defiant face but I could see that he was going weak. Interesting!!! "Hmmm, why do you have so many prisoners?." The man questioned again, staring at the vastness of the dungeon. "You haven't answered my god damned question!!." Ryan scowled and the man looked at him for a few seconds before heaving a sigh. " That should tell you that they are nonsensical and irrelevant questions that aren't worthy of an answer but nonetheless if you want to know... I'll tell you. I'm Lycan King Kye Blackwood, leader of the lycanthropy. " He said and a gasp escaped Ryan's lips while I just giggled in ecstasy.

Lycans were a myth. “I’m serious, Zaliver,” I said with my lips pursing at him. “So am I.” I shook my head at him not believing him. “Think about it. A species similar to werewolves but are way too different from them—stronger, faster, and better than wolves. I command all wolves. Come on, Vivian,” he said.

“They don’t have that now?” I snort loudly. “No.” I pull my shirt on and start to do up the buttons as I speak. “Back in the day, werewolves lived wild. They had no structure or rules. They did whatever they wanted. Werewolves hunt humans on the full moon. It’s part of their DNA. Their actions endangered us all. So the first Lycans decided to do something about it…we ruled over them until Carter, Caspian’s father, invaded Azuria.” She nods, a small little frown between her eyes. “Were you cruel?”

He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them. Hence he provides for the little pack members even if they have parents who can comfortably provide for them. But he had a few rules. After becoming a teenager, the little pack members must get a job. The goal was to make them feel more independent. "You are right. What do you want to do? What are your educational qualifications?" He asked because he couldn't decide something without knowing her qualifications.

A somber note touched our small circle at the mention of those who'd conspired against us. Minister Krea, Minister Stavros, Minister Bennett, Lord Cassius, and the two Alphas – Benjamin Thorne and Michael Barker – had formed an alliance to prevent the strengthening of Lycan-werewolf relations. My kidnapping had been their desperate attempt to force a wedge between our species, using an ancient law that would have prevented Theo from mating me if another's mark had been forced upon me first.

Aries wasn’t far behind, groaning her name as he came, burying his face in her neck. They stayed like that, breathless and clinging to each other. “We’ll figure this out,” he whispered into her wet skin. “No matter what.” — Later That Morning The throne room felt colder today. Even with sunlight bleeding through the stained-glass windows, the air was still. The elders had gathered, silent and expectant, as Aries and Aurora stood before them. One of the elders—a wiry old wolf named Calder—spoke first. “There are old legends,” he began, “of a Lycan born under a blood eclipse. A creature born not only of moon and wolf, but of ancient fire. A power so immense it could lay waste to kingdoms or sa

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

Asher smirks again as if knowing my thoughts better than I do before his face turns serious and distant. “When the Moon Goddess created her first werewolves, it was chaos,” he begins. “Greed for power led to endless battles, lives lost in the thousands. The Goddess tried everything to bring peace, but nothing worked. After years of watching her creation kill each other she had to step in. So, she created the Lycans—stronger, faster, nearly unkillable and with a longer life span than her wolves. They restored order, formed packs, and stopped the wars as well as handling the rogues. But peace breeds complacency.” I note the bitter edges of his voice as he turns from me. He pauses, his gaze dri

He felt good repeating the insult, and this time, Cavil tried to calm himself down. "I am not a bastard. I am Cavil Voss of the BloodClaw Pack and an heir to the Royal House of the Lycans' throne. I am a Lycan, the first of his existence in 200 years since the Lycans’ extinction," Cavil said loudly, his eyes glinting with pride—a coping mechanism for his boiling anger.