The Golden Lycans Novels & Stories

His eyes are back to their usual light brown, and he seems less menacing. The Lycan King, standing right before me, and asking me about my bruises. It can't be real. "You will let me mark you, little one," he says, and brushes my hair away from my shoulder, exposing it. A pleasant shiver runs through my body. No . . . I can't possibly be enjoying this. He starts to lean towards me, and his eyes burn a vivid gold again. His mouth opens slightly, showing powerful looking canines. A true Lycan.

When they disappear. I scream into the night before it turns into a shriek. Hands grab me and I turn. I scream and lash out, tears stream down my face. My wrists are caught by a bleeding Vilkas. “She’s gone. Vilkas someone took her. Where were you?” I pound on his chest as I sob. “I was hit with Draconian root. We will get her back. It’s ok, we will get her back.” There is only one species with golden eyes. Lycans.

Chapter Thirty-nine. Diana's pov Those eyes couldn't be a lie. How was that possible? Was it a coincidence? Questions ravaged through my mind, those were the same eyes of the wolf I had seen in the woods, I couldn't be mistaken. Although lycans do have golden eyes, but theirs looked more yellow than gold, these ones looked like they were touched my the sun themselves and seemed to glow, its fur seemed to be just as white as snow as well as the other image of the mysterious man, his eyes too tell a different story that wasn't told.

Both Eden and I shook our heads in denial. Aldus let go of my hand as he started a folklore, “Centuries ago, Lycans used to treat werewolves as their slaves openly. There weren't any werewolf kingdoms and werewolves were all only born to be miserable creatures and puppets of Lycans. Lycans were stronger than werewolves so werewolves couldn’t even fight against them. During that era of chaos, a beautiful golden wolf was born with her unique beauty and aura. That was the first time any golden wolf took birth. Though all Lycans admired her beauty, she was nothing but a maid’s daughter for them.”

Grace's voice resonated with authority as she confronted Giovanni, her tone laced with defiance, "You won't dare to do that!" Undeterred by her challenge, Giovanni met her gaze with unwavering confidence. His voice carried the weight of his position as he proclaimed, "I will and I can! I am the Lycan King of this pack, and no one else possesses the right to oppose me. Not even you, Grandmother."

She was theirs but Diana wanted her. I let out a sigh. “And dad granted her that wish.” I know that the Taylor’s were furious but dad was their Alpha. Cali would have never suffered under them. My chest gets heavy as I realise my father’s sins. We walk in silence for a moment before he speaks again. “Gold is the legendary wolf. She is a prophecy fulfilled.” “Who is she?” “A pup of Gold, the female Alpha of the Golden pack and a Northern hemisphere Lycan. The combination is so rare. She is higher in rank than the queen.”

“It appears I have been outmaneuvered.” I smiled before I could stop myself, but the warmth was quickly chased by a sharp, familiar pang of longing. It wasn't a longing for the palace, or the title, but a visceral, biological ache for the man who should have been standing where Ronan was. As I watched Lucian right himself, his eyes flashed a sudden, brilliant gold—the unmistakable, predatory hue of a Lycan. My breath hitched. They were only three years old, yet they stood with the physical presence of five-year-old human children.

My body felt supple, powerful, and entirely biological. "The triplets? The global triage?" I managed to ask. "A dream of the stone," Killian whispered, his silver eyes flashing with a predatory light. "Leo, Maya, and Toby are not batteries or distributed hard drives. They are Lycans. They are out in the valley now, leading the Unbound on the first hunt of the Blood Moon."

“The Moon Goddess has shown us great favour by giving us such a mate and in time we will return that favour by breeding Lycan heirs.” I do my best not to react. Not to grimace, not to scowl, not to even show that those last words turn my stomach. I just stand docile, with the smallest smile on my face, playing the perfect mate, playing the part that Aeron and Cain expect of me. No doubt what this entire Pack expects of me. The Wolves below start applauding, cheering, celebrating. I hear the word Lycan shouted so many times. “Let’s introduce you to a few people.” Cain says.

Contrary to the bubbly version of Lyra she presented during the whole Thorne Innovations fiasco, the woman before me was draped in darkness that reflected in her eyes. Her lips, domed and filled with unspoken anger, then parted to say, “I heard from Kaelen. You made a deal with the Lycan.” She shifted closer, her gaze deepening like she had a desire to hypnotise me. “No matter what the Great Lycan says, you must refuse.” My arms crossed. “And what’s he going to say?” And I prepared my mind to hear the worst. “It is not my place to tell you that.”