The Golden Lycans Novels & Stories

Beside them rose Lycan’Dra, the crown’s domain. If Lycandra was instinct, Lycan’Dra was discipline—white marble cities, obsidian towers, runes spilling silver light across the skyline. Lycans lived here: stronger, faster, sharper than any wolf born beyond their borders. They shifted onto two legs—towering beasts with claws and fangs, minds untouched by frenzy. They were generals, tacticians, rulers. From the High Seat, the Lycan Kings governed both Lycans and wolves, their power descending from the First Shift.

Zaria suddenly raised her head her eyes were glowing bright gold, the air around her became heavy. Fear immediately filled the boys’ hearts, then, before their eyes, Zaria transformed, Golden fur covered her body, it was sharp claws appeared. A powerful Gold Lycan stood before them, the entire forest became silent, the boys trembled badly. "A Gold Lycan?" one of them gasped. Zaria growled angrily, the sound echoed through the forest. The boys tried to run, but she moved too fast and attacked one of them first, throwing him violently against a tree, he screamed loudly, the second boy tried to escape, but Zaria slashed his arm with her claws.

His body expanded, muscle and fur overtaking flesh in violent, graceful transformation. A moment later, Lucian was wrapped in a halo of shimmering silver-blue flame—cold, ethereal, and hauntingly still. His eyes burned bright silver as his form twisted, reshaped, and rebuilt itself. And then—stillness. Standing in the center of the stone circle were two magnificent Lycans. Phoenix’s Lycan stood tall and broad, golden fur shimmering like molten sunlight. A brilliant sun symbol glowed on his right shoulder, and his eyes blazed a coppery gold. He radiated dominance and warmth, his growl deep and steady.

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.

And more than that, my Lycan needs to get out and release some energy before I give into the swirling, furious anger inside. *** The air whips at my face as I race through the trees. I’m miles from our home already but that’s the beauty of being a Lycan, we are stronger, more powerful and not just with the fighting but with everything. Every aspect of our being. As I summit another hill I see the shadow of movement behind me and internally I’m already smiling. ‘Fancy a sparing partner?’ Ryker says through the mind-link. He’s the only one physically capable of keeping pace with me. None of our other brothers or our sister can match us.

And then it clicked, this was the Lycan that saved me. Lycans were a very rare and dangerous breed but where I was from we were used to them ever since the alliance my father made with them. Our pack, the Silvermist pack had a war going on and that war that happened earlier was one of them. There were two Lycan groups: The blue Lycan and Red Lycan. My father thought it would be great if they formed an alliance with the Blue Lycan to defeat the Red because they were always trespassing in our Pack and would sometimes Rob the sellers at the markets which was what pissed my father off but sadly the blue Lycans never came they betrayed us.

She had recently discovered that Wylder had a Lycan when she tried to mind-link him, a perk of Moon Goddess that she could enter into anyone’s mind and mind-link anyone. And guess what? His Lycan didn’t like someone entering his mind without his permission. Liara wondered how Wylder had a Lycan. At the beginning of the Lycans, there were only two types of Lycans, Black, and White. The third one, silver color with grey eyes, was a mixture of White and Black. White Lycans used to be calm and full of positive energy, while Black Lycans were just the opposite of white. And talking about Silver Lycans, they had a balanced amount of emotions, both positive and negative.

My curiosity was piqued greatly by this new piece of information, so I inquired. "Sure," she said as she handed me a book. I flipped through it until I came across an old legend about the Gemini Lycans. According to legend, the Gemini Lycans used to rule the packs and there was peace. Are Brenda and Gary oblivious to this? "It says they used to rule and there was no war," I said, my gaze locked on hers. Her green eyes were glistening with fear.

Still, I had to do this, before I changed my mind. I started over, my gaze fixed on hers after I’d issued an additional command for her not to look away. “I, Adam Bond, King of all the Lycans wish to formally re – ow!” At that precise moment a wasp chose to sting me on the ear. It didn’t live long afterwards. “Are you hurt?” It was the younger of the two who asked.

They are also stronger and clever than the Canids family. Lycans was made by Lycanthropy, through genetical experiments. They became rare these days because most of them died in mutation. " Everyone, you know that tonight, our territory was attacked by Rogues and we must invade them this time! Are you all ready to attack?" Lucian yelled out. All of them howled under the dark grey sky and their beloved mother Luna. They swiftly ran one by one and traveled North, the location where Ragnarok town was located. Lucian ran with his packs. They were in three groups with individual leaders.