The Golden Lycans Novels & Stories

“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.”

I found that difficult being a Lycan, but there was nothing I could do. The night we planned to escape, we waited till midnight when everyone seemed to have slept. Or so we thought. James carefully unlocked the dungeon gate and boom— we ran into the giant with those strange features. He had been waiting for our escape since James took the key from him. I was tempted to fight as a Lycan, but I suppressed it when I remembered James's warning.

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. “No…” I whispered, but my voice was overshadowed by the happy claps from the pack members. At that moment, I began hearing whispers— I swear I could feel fingers pointing at me. Someone in the crowd whispered, “But Ariana is his mate.” Another voice followed, sharp and pitiful, “Guess she wasn’t enough.” “Politics,” a man muttered. “Lucien Blackwell owns half the Council. The boy made a smart move by choosing his daughter.” My heart cracked. Every word sliced deepe

I shouted, striking the bulkhead with my hand wounded by the blood pact, but my voice faded as the underground lights turned completely purple. From the drainage grates in the black stone walls, a thick green mist began to rise, accompanied by the sound of heavy claws scraping against the rock. From the absolute darkness of the medical wing, four massive and deformed silhouettes slowly emerged, blocking my only escape routes. They were the Gray Lycans: beasts mutated by the Council, with yellow eyes bloodshot with sickening madness and fangs oozing mystical tar. The creatures fixed their hungry gazes on my curvy body and the silver medallion that glowed weakly against my chest. They let out

His painful roar sounded like music to Emmeline's ears~ His screams had a soothing effect on the pain that he had inflicted on her soul. Lycans and Wolves were extremely sensitive to ancient silver. The type of silver that was very rare to find, once embedded into the flesh it stops the beasts healing ability for a time in lycans while it might kill the Werewolves. Because lycans were the true-born children of the Moon who can withstand the silver's effect on them while werewolves are considered abominations, they have a wolf within them but they weren't as strong as a lycan.

Blood dripped from the open wounds on his body and he let out a defeated whimper when he saw six massive lycans right before him. Right at their middle was the ruthless Supreme Alpha Qinn, the notorious golden coloured lycan that just took out an entire Village. The golden lycan stalked forward slowly, claws gleaming wickedly in the sunlight. His blood red eyes were alight with fire, intent on the warrior before him. Without thinking twice, the lycan placed his massive claw on the warrior's head and smashed it into a pulp. ... Feeling as if the air that was sucked out of her was suddenly slammed back into her, Layla gasped and her eyes flew open.

“Anyone is better than fucking Caspian.” “I doubt that very much,” Adrian says dryly. “For every evil person in this world, there’s another one waiting in the wings, eager to out-evil the other.” We return to the courtyard where the two dozen or so Lycans still patiently await their king. All of them look tired of life. I’m sure they have seen unimaginable things over the years, but beneath the despair, I find a little ray of hope in their demeanour. “Get our Omegas to clear out the dungeons,” he says to Ryker who immediately turns to the kneeling wolves, but Adrian quickly stops him. “Not them. They need a break. Ask Monty to gather the ones from our camp.”

Lycans were a myth. “I’m serious, Zaliver,” I said with my lips pursing at him. “So am I.” I shook my head at him not believing him. “Think about it. A species similar to werewolves but are way too different from them—stronger, faster, and better than wolves. I command all wolves. Come on, Vivian,” he said.

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

“I would assume so, since he’s a Lycan. Especially this one, since he’s basically nothing more than a modern-day moneylender.” Everybody knew about their Kind. Once they got obsessed with something, there was no stopping them. They would do anything it took to possess whatever it was they wanted. Most Lycans collected gold and precious gems. But by the gods, she wasn’t a thing. In the end, it didn’t matter what they collected. They were very possessive of their treasures. “Lucia, I know you feel like I betrayed—” The office door slammed open and bounced-back. Mandy slapped her hand on the door, keeping it from hitting her. Her eyes blazed. “You’re giving him to a Lycan? A Lycan? Was it that