Rise Of The Lycans Novels & Stories

The campfire had been filled with a subdued and silent atmosphere until Louis got up from the log and approached me. “Eleftheria, those kinds of lycans are savage. They don't abide by any laws and tend to seek power. When they find someone more powerful, they destroy them so as not to lose their reputation,” he hinted. My eyes widened when I heard him say that. Bradley did seem like a greedy man, but he wouldn't be capable of hurting me, would he?

“Power,territory,bloodlines… sometimes hearts.” The last word hung between us, strange and heavy. I didn’t know why, but it made my chest tighten. “The Lycans are not like us,” Father said, his tone heavy, the firelight catching the deep lines of his face. “They were born before the wolves,they were born of the Moon’s first rage.” “Their power runs wild. And you can always tell one when you see them. Silver hair, pale as frost. It’s a mark the Moon cursed them with after one of them slaughtered his own mate centuries ago.”

And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me. Lycans were a very rare and dangerous breed but where I was from we were used to them ever since the alliance my father made with them. Our pack, the Silvermist pack had a war going on and that war that happened earlier was one of them. There were two Lycan groups: The blue Lycan and Red Lycan. My father thought it would be great if they formed an alliance with the Blue Lycan to defeat the Red because they were always trespassing in our Pack and would sometimes Rob the sellers at the markets which was what pissed my father off but sadly the blue Lycans never came they betrayed us.

If someone were to walk in they’d see the way he pinned me to the wall, our chests heaving in tandem, and would likely assume the worst. I sucked in a ragged breath as he removed his hand, only the air was thick with his scent. It rushed right to my head, coaxing a whine from my lips that I barely managed to smother in time. Lycans were a vicious, brutal race. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the half-brothers from hell. The blast should’ve broken your spine. Ryker’s eyes were dark with rage, yet I thought I saw something within them falter. It lasted but a split second, a fraction of a moment.

’’ “The one that suggested the lycans were the bloodthirsty beasts that run the lands every full moon night and raze teritories of blood.’’ Eliza scoffed, totally not finding it funny. “Don't be absurd. We moved past that months ago.’’ “Well what if it was true? What if they were cursed by the moon to turn into those beasts?’’ I amplified. There was every possibility in that illustration. And it turns out to be true the lycans are damned. “You know what I see, Thompson? A desperate man. And I don't blame you cause you'll say literally anything in such position. I suggest you relax and get clarifications from Alessia instead. I could help with that.’’ She picked up her fork to resume eating.

She was wolf and woman both, her presence commanding as if the stars themselves bent toward her. Somehow, even without knowing or understanding how, I knew with a knowing in my heart that could not be denied that this woman was the one who gave rise to us all. She was the first. The first Lycan. The first god amongst the beasts of the world. Her howl split the heavens, summoning a people into being: the Lycans. Her children. Her warriors. Stronger, taller, mightier than anything that walked on two or four legs. They were fire in flesh, made to rule, to guard the balance between the wild and the divine.

“I didn’t mean to stir anything up. I just didn’t realize Marissa was still... bitter.” Still bitter? She was baiting me. But I’d bled enough. I sipped my drink. “It takes real talent to steal a man and still look like the consolation prize. At least I dodged the STD you probably share.” Her eyes narrowed, but before she could snap back, the room fell silent. The Lycans had arrived. Heads lowered. Even I, despite everything, bowed my head. Lycans were stronger than werewolves in every way.

Lightning's POV "The lycanthropes are taking over!” A paranoid werewolf screamed before a gunshot split through his skull. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. My pack warriors surged forward like into the territory, tearing into everything that dared move. Screams filled the night, mixed with the thunder of gunfire, steel clashing, and the wet rip of flesh. The chaos was a symphony, and I reveled in it. The wailing, the begging, the desperate cries for mercy—they were my orchestra, and I their conductor.

Is there something wrong? He asks unable to keep the worry from his voice and I, very briefly, actually entertain the fact that if something is wrong I will miscarry. Lycans do not carry imperfect offspring, if their foetus has the slightest thing wrong with it, then the female will sponataneously abort the pregnancy. Lycans are top of the apex predator chain, any imperfect offspring would never survive in our world, it is natures way of ensuring the purity of our bloodline. Lycans are rare creatures and we have no choice, we are genetically programmed this way.

“I’m the best bait we have. Young. Innocent-looking. They won’t see a threat until it’s too late.” Matthias stood so abruptly the chair scraped hard against the floor. Both hands slammed down on the desk. The heavy wood cracked straight down the middle under the force. “I will not allow it.” Liliana rose as well. Her own growl answered his. “I’m a Lycan. I have a better chance of survival than any female warrior we could send. Instinct under pheromone pressure isn’t something ordinary wolves can simply ignore. I can.” Their auras erupted at the same moment.