The Golden Lycans 소설 & 이야기

The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age. He set it down on the bed and flipped through it with, his fingers scanning the ancient text until he found what he was looking for. "Here," he said, pointing to a passage. I leaned forward, reading the words carefully. They were written in old lycan script, the language almost archaic. "It says that silver bred lycans are blessed by the moon goddess herself," I read aloud. "They are compassionate, strong, and possess an emotional depth that allows them to connect with others on a level no other lycan can."

"And that thing is in my territory." He let go of me and turned toward the edge. His body began to shift, his bones popping and elongating, his muscles swelling until his tunic shredded away. The Lycan was coming forward, larger and more terrifying than I had ever seen him. His fur was the color of a starless night, his eyes two burning coals of pure gold. He didn't wait for the serpent to reach the top. With a roar that shook the very foundation of the keep, Caspian leaped over the battlements.

Their bodies grew larger, their clothes tearing away as thick fur sprouted from their skin. In less than a minute, the men were gone. In their place stood three massive Lycans. They were much bigger than the wolves I had seen in movies. They were the size of small horses, with thick muscles and eyes that glowed like embers. The first one was silver-grey with intelligent, piercing eyes. That was Alaric. The second was a sleek, charcoal black with a sharp, calculating look. That was Silas. The third was a dark, reddish-brown, covered in scars and looking ready to tear the world apart. That was Killian.

Her claws were delicate yet deadly, her eyes glowing with pure silver light. The lunar mark on her forehead continued to shine, casting an ethereal halo around her. She stood perfectly balanced at the edge of the fountain, the water reflecting her majestic form. Shaina’s breath caught in her throat. She took an involuntary step back, hand flying to her mouth. “Liliana…?” Matthias froze completely. His eyes widened in disbelief, golden irises reflecting the silver light. His voice came out hoarse. “You’re… a Lycan. Not just any Lycan. A true one. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.”

His body twisted violently, screaming as his bones snapped, rearranging his skin stretching as something monstrous took over. One by one, I heard each break his ribs, his spine, his jaw. The sound was sickening, but I couldn’t look away. He was shifting. Not into a normal wolf. Into something else. A Lycan. I had never seen one before, not in person. I’d only heard about what they looked like. Towering, massive, and a complete beast. And this one had golden eyes. My breath caught. Like in my dream. It stood there, staring at me. And then, instead of attacking It bowed. To me.

Trying to determine if this girl was truly worth all the risk and effort they were putting into protecting her. Suddenly, Callie's eyes flew open. Autumn jerked back slightly, startled, as those familiar brown eyes were replaced by brilliant, glowing gold. Then Callie whispered, her voice layered with something else, something deeper and more primal. "Lycans. That's what we are." Autumn stared for a moment, processing what had just happened. Then she said, "Hmm," and let out a small smile. "She's a strong one." As quickly as they'd appeared, the golden eyes faded back to brown. Callie blinked several times, confusion washing over her face. She sat up slowly, one hand going to her head as if

I could feel his feet shivering and his jaw setting. Slowly his eyes bloom into golden lights before remaining normal. I have poke on his sore spot finally and there is no going back. Unexpectedly Lycan took a hard gulped then he turn to me with two pair of acidic eyes that could Melt me. I almost gasped when I saw this. He is hurt, heartbroken and angry. " You are Lycan Myth's wife. You got my hair around your wrist and your star is just beside mine under the dark sky. You should be able to lead the rescue team without any hard. After all you are immune to silver "

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

Those are rare, I say without a doubt to myself. I heard stories in my childhood where they would talk about those who had golden yellow eyes. And then I remembered... legend tells us that only lycans had the exact same color of eyes. Some having extremely rare onyx eyes, and most having golden yellow ones. I heard they glowed brightly even in the dark. "This is why you haven't bothered to greet me upon my arrival?" The woman asks, raising her brows at Marcus who chuckled and ran his fingers through his slick, raven colored hair.