The Golden Lycans Novels & Stories

My heart pounds, a deafening percussion in my ears that mirrors the thudding of my pursuers. Suddenly, emerging from the inky shadows of the forest, a herd of Lycans appears to block my path. Their forms are grotesque parodies of both man and wolf—upright figures covered in coarse fur, their snouts elongated, their eyes glowing an eerie, malevolent yellow. Muscles ripple under their fur as they snarl, displaying long, lethal fangs that are built to tear flesh from bone. The very air around them seems to thicken, heavy with their ominous presence.

Everyone loved Madam Cora, and she’d died by my father’s sword. ‘The Lycan’s are a special breed of werewolf descendants. Stronger, faster, smarter and bigger. Their senses are more heightened than that of a werewolf. They can smell and hear ten times more than an average werewolf. Even the moon goddess favours them. They occupy just ten percent of the werewolf population, but they were created to protect the werewolf species. They were born rulers of our kind. The Lycans are blessed with extreme good looks and can live for hundreds of years but will not look a day younger than twenty five,' Madam Cora always had a dreamy expression whenever she told this story. You dare not interrupt her or

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

“Look. They’re different monsters.” Everyone stared intently. Scott narrowed his eyes. Yes, they looked different. Lyall's Lycan was larger and had a mix of gray and black fur, while the Lycan in Scott's memory was jet black. "Carl, are there really other Lycans besides Lyall?" Darius asked. "I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it."

I quickly looked away. Could they be Lycans? Their eyes glowed golden in the dark, which was really mesmerizing. While Lycans are amongst the deadliest of creatures in history, some possess an attractive nature as well. "Three glasses over here!" Andy shouted as I flinched, her sharp voice rising above the music, which had lowered in volume. As I began to take the empty glasses to her, I accidentally bumped into a man, causing all the drinks to fall from my hands. My eyes widened and my mouth gaped open as I shook my head in horror, watching the drinks pour all over the stranger's body.

Gripping it by its tail, Lev grunted as swung it into another. My eyes bulged out; is this the strength of a lycan? Unlike cane wolves, Lycan were a hundred times stronger and their senses were more heightened. It was said they were once cane wolves, who sacrificed something of great importance to Nyctaris, the moon goddess of the underworld, for powers. I could only wonder what he had sacrificed. Their screech tore through the air of the forest before lingering as they kept coming, each taking turns to attack. But like an unforgiving beast he was, he took them down, their heads thudding to the floor.

He leans close and whispers so that only I can hear. "I found something about people with your eye color." I can feel my own eyes light up then I step closer. "Really?" "Yes." "I did some research, and discovered this yellow-goldish looking book of a werewolf tribe written in an ancient language I didn't understand, but Lykon did, so he helped translate a few lines. It mentions a Lycan King who also had the most rare golden eyes." "Like...mine." i whisper. The fact that he had the same rare golden eye color as me gives the hope I had an extra boost.

“Then we have mates. Humans call it soulmates. Unlike humans who search for theirs, the Moon Goddess—the deity watching over us—chooses our mate. Most find theirs after getting their wolf at eighteen, but some don’t until the time is right.” “Woah,” Mason muttered again. “That world is indeed complicated. Definitely not like folktales and movies.” He nodded slowly, then recalled something and asked Ste-phen , who had begun setting the dining table, “And Lycans?” “Lycans are stronger, faster, and tend to live much longer than werewolves, who have almost the same lifespan as humans. We were chosen as guardians long ago by the Moon Goddess. The bloodline continues.” Mason blinked, his expressio

She pulled open the door, leading me outside, but our steps faltered when we saw the Lycan king standing in the hallway, an entourage of soldiers around him. His eyes, piercing and cold, fixed on us, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My mother's grip on my hands tightened, her nails digging into my skin as she pulled me closer to her. "No!... " My mother gasped out in horror, her legs suddenly failing her. I grabbed her before she hit the ground, making her stay upright as I met the Lycan kings gaze. His yellow eyes were glowing, his dominating aura radiating off him in waves. A shudder went through me and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the hallway. Without breaking eye

The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible. Levi's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "Though now extinct, they were one of the first breed of werewolves. Which later created the breeds of Lycans." The air crackled with a newfound energy, tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear. The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible.