Novelas y relatos de Rise Of The Lycans

The Lycans and werewolves have been in war since the ages past. The rogue werewolves now despises the moon goddess, the deity they once reverend, because they believe that many centuries ago, for some reason, she just got bored and tired of them suddenly and decided to eliminate them from existence by bringing about the existence of the Lycans, a more advance wolf being, to get rid of the werewolves. But the truth was- They angered the moon goddess by their sinful and corrupt ways. A war broke out, but even though the werewolves were more in number, they didn't stand a chance against the Lycans. They were at the verge of going extinct, they had to flee. But many years ago they surfaced again

The one that used to melt me. The Elder raised the ceremonial dagger and the crowd hushed. “It is time,” he declared, “for the future Alpha to claim his Luna.” My pulse pounded as I stepped forward. Ready. waiting to hear my name. But... “Vivienne Blackwell.” For a second, I thought I’d misheard. The crowd gasped. I froze. In fact, my world froze and tilted. Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life.

He was tall and unbearably handsome, with only a button-up shirt and pants, standing in the middle of the yard, he stood out like a beacon in the white snow with his all-black attire, his hair long and tied roughly in the back. I could not stop staring. Couldn’t he feel the cold? Perhaps he was one of the king’s men. That’s why he couldn’t feel the cold. Lycans were a different breed compared to the other type of wolves, they were the original were shifters, made by the Goddess herself the other shifters, like the Arabian wolves, steppe wolves, Himalayan and Eurasian wolves evolved over time. They were stronger, faster and two times the average size of a normal wolf.

The Moon. Not the cold, vengeful deity that had once shaped him into a weapon. But the true presence. Quiet. Grieving. Watchful. There were no words, no visions, no revelations. Only this: the silver thread weaving into what was left of his soul. A silent gratitude. A subtle gift. Not for what he had been. But for what he had chosen. And then something within him shattered beautifully. The Lycan rose. Not in a blaze of fury. Not like the god-fire of old. He came like dusk, slow and sure, crawling up through the bones of the world. Breath filled lungs that had not existed seconds ago. Strength coiled in his blood. Instincts rooted themselves deep.

“You remember my story last night?” She nodded, playing with her fingers on her lap. “The prophecy?” “Yes,” I confirmed. “The Lycans are kind yet powerful supernatural beings. What Anca used to start a war between the vampires and the Lycans had something to do with how they mate.” Her brows creased, interest piquing. “Yeah?”

The Lycans -the royal children of King Endymion; Ares and Athena, sits together away from us. The Lycans are believed to be the direct descendants of the moon goddess, and are particularly an upgraded version of a werewolf. They are blessed with enormous power and beauty, and hence rules the spiritual world. "I woke up pretty late today." I tell Glinda as our legs find its way to the warlocks and witches' unit. I absentmindedly touch the Kwuazac neckpiece with my left hand. "...still having same dreams about the mysterious guy?" Glinda ask, raising an eyebrow.

Lucifer's POV Kill had sent missives around the Glasgow to the rest of the clans living in the city. I had already told him earlier on, the moment we arrived from Dunbar. In the whole of Scotland, Glasgow bequeaths the strongest Lycanthropes in the country which was my pack the Nightwing and we were superior to the rest of the Lycan packs in the city and around the country. We were also superior to werewolves too. It was our duty to protect our lesser kinds.

He groaned and pulled aside a little, giving me space. I proceeded to hit him in the manhood but he pulled back, then twirled me around quickly. When I looked up again, I'm suddenly confined to the bed. His hands were holding mine against the bed like a chain as he hovered above me. He was so fast that I could barely see him move. I've heard a lot about the Lycans. They were very fast and strong. They were like the doubled qualities of usual wolves. I guess that was why some group of Werewolves came together and made them the Alpha.

“I can’t do that, he is the next Alpha, you are not strong enough, if you were challenged we would lose the pack” James walks out leaving me alone. Have I been that bad of a father? I never played favorites. I’ve always been tough on both of them. James is right in something. I need to do something. I sit there thinking about my options and then I remember the pack in Alaska. They are mostly members of the lycanthrope council and elders. They won’t be fooled by a young alpha. I make some phone calls and that’s all arranged. Leon will leave in 3 months for Alaska. They will make sure he is training to become the best version of himself.

Hearing enough of his disrespect I start to deliver blow after blow to him. These wolves are like fucking kids. They are a danger to themselves. My father ruled over the Lycans with fear and with that fear came respect. When my father and every other firstborn supernatural creature disappeared, I became king of the Lycans. The Lycans respected me the same way they did my father because of the fear that my father installed into them. But when all the Lycans died off that respect died along with them.