The Golden Lycans Novels & Stories

“They are easiest killed before a fated mate bond is cemented, so killing the mate before that happens proves more affective at ending their life. Silver will not harm them, they grow stronger on full moons, and their rapid regeneration makes them almost immortal. Only complete decapitation with a silver sheen obsidian blade and burning of the body seems to be the only way to truly kill the beast. The last line known to carry the Lycan gene is the Royal Family of the Kingdom of England. Per our request, they have begun to breed out this gene in order to fully submit to the new way of….” I could see Felix roll his eyes and snort a little. “Pup tales. Surely these books aren’t eluding that Lyc

It was the lullaby she always hummed to herself when she was locked in the dark basement . She walked toward the sound, pushing through the thick fog, until the trees cleared. Standing in the clearing were two massive black Lycans. Their fur was as dark as midnight, and carved into their forearms were glowing, silver-and-gold runes—the royal mark of the Lycan Princes. The two giant beasts turned, their silver and golden eyes locking onto her. They opened their jaws, their voices merging into a deep, booming echo that shook the forest floor: “Mate.”

Zaria scoffed, disdain and disgust dripping from her voice as she snarled in the back of my mind. I agreed with her. Raed Basil. Nazia Owaib. Caira Mirza. These three Lycans weren’t anything good. They must’ve been the ones fanning the flames in the dark and egging on the clan members to cause a scene here. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for the interest-minded clan elders to raid the residence of the Lycan Heir nominated for Lycan King in his absence.

A lycan was a lot fiercer and their lovemaking was much more passionate than ordinary werewolves or even alphas. So, I was surprised at his ability to hold himself back despite his shaft wanting to bury inside of me. “Are you wet for me, Celia?” He asked and I saw the golden flecks return in his eyes. That was a sign he was also affected by me. He was punishing me but I felt he was punishing himself as well by going slow and restraining himself. And, that only made me want more of him. The golden flecks in his eyes grew darker as I answered, “Y-yes”

– I use my Alpha tone “That doesn’t work with me Alpha, you can use that tone of voice as much as you like, I am not a wolf, and I don’t obey you” The council has one member of each species, I command our council, we have one representative from the wolves, one from the vampires, one from the angels, one from the demons, one from the humans and we have one from the witches. Why the fuck would they want her seat? “You know that Lorena is the voice of the Witches” – I say

"I don’t mean to alarm anyone, especially given that you’re new parents, but I think that lycans are working with the dark mages." "Lycans?" Antoine repeated, furrowing his brows. "Is there more than just this pack?" "Of course there is." I huffed. "Did you honestly think that we were the only pack in existence?" "No..." Antoine said slowly. "There are many across the globe, just like there are many wolves." Ashton piped in, sounding smug. "We learned that when we were just pups. Were you asleep during that lesson? " "Fuck off." Antoine growled, his eyes flashing.

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.

[LYCAN KINGDOM B - OUTSKIRTS - NIGHT TIME] The vast expanse of the Lycan Kingdom stretched out before Zilver and his army, a seemingly endless forest cloaked in the vibrant hues of autumn. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of adventure. Zilver, the formidable lycan king of kingdom A with eyes as sharp as his silver armour, rode at the head of his troops, their horses pounding the earth with each thunderous step. The army moved with a synchronised precision that spoke of years of training and discipline.

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.

But they can’t be together; their love will be forbidden in the eyes of the moon goddess. The mate bond is sometimes a curse, something bad. You’re lucky if your mate will love you forever, but you will live in the dark the moment your own mate breaks your heart into a million pieces. We, the Lycans, believe that we have only one mate to love for the rest of our lives—the one to cherish till our last breath. It’s making me sad to think why we need mates to be happy, why we can’t choose someone to love freely. “Anastasia? Are you listening?” I was pulled back into reality when I heard Cassie call my name. Oh yeah, I’m spacing out. I took a deep breath and shook my head.