The Golden Lycans Novels & Stories

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

“I once predicted that Elara’s pup would be a defective spawn. Today, I’ll prove my prophecy right.” Damian lifted the cage lid. Inside was my black werewolf pup, already showing signs of awakening. “Damian!” I shouted, swooping down from the rooftop. “Perfect timing! Watch closely!” he laughed, then lifted his own golden pup. The golden pup was restless and eager to move. “Today, you shall witness the truth! I am a Golden Lycan, and my word is law!” The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.

Its majestic yet terrifying appearance was hidden in the darkness, yet their aura was too immense to ignore. Is he the real beast that was said to abuse women before devouring them whole? “P-Please," I pleaded. The beast chuckled and my breath was hitched in my throat when he stepped into the light and I saw his form. Lycans are more powerful and ruthless than werewolves. It is also said that they are mostly members of the royal family—the highest and most powerful creatures in this world. “Please don't kill me.” “Hmm, but you look tempting begging me like this.”he replied in his guttural voice that sent a terrifying shiver down my spine.

He was something far above that. A Lycan. And not just any Lycan. The Lycan King. A strange mixture of shock and disbelief flooded my thoughts. Dane, however, clearly hadn’t expected this reaction. His jaw tightened as he glanced at the uneasy council members. “You can’t be serious,” he said sharply. “You’re going to let that distract you from the real issue?” His voice sounded more strained than confident now. The council leader’s attention remained fixed on Luciano. “Are you claiming Camilla Lynch as your mate?” he asked carefully.

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

“He might kill me if he finds out.” 🐺🐺🐺 As I head back to my home, my mind running over what Mali said, my eyes catch a scene in the distance that immediately catches my attention. I head over to the house where the gold leaves are dwelling. Lycans are moving out with buckets of them. “Wait, hold up,” I say as I reach them, eyeing the buckets filled to the brim with them. They bow their heads in respect. I gesture at the buckets. “Where are you taking them to?”

It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, and I honestly didn’t know why. Then, just as his hands moved to bandage me, he froze on the spot. I frowned in both confusion and pain. “What is it?” I asked him. Jeremy’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He slowly straightened up. I saw the way his nostrils flared and I saw something flicker in his dark eyes, something....... dangerous? He locked eyes with me and started hard, as if he was searching for something. “Are you Lycan?” he asked me in a low voice that carried a sharp edge to it.

The image shifted, priests kneeling before a silver pool, faces hidden behind jaguar masks. “But their ritual was stolen,” Lyra continued. “A god not of their pantheon, one cast from somewhere in this world, promised immortality if they opened the gate between worlds. And so, they did.” The pool darkened. Shapes rose from its depths, not man, not beast. Eyes glowing grey, skin carved with runes of both the living and the dead. “The first Lycans,” Lyra said, her voice filled with reverence and sorrow. “Beings of balance, light and shadow, guardians of the gate. Protectors, much like the gargoyles, whom men would later carve into living stone.”

It is not just Diana, the women look so mean and so hot with their razor-sharp teeth going through the multitudes of witches. “Diana is massive. Remember that shield she had around her when the witches attacked her? Mother is definitely no wolf,” Xaden says while I process his words. She and the Golden queen are similar, but I don’t get it. The Golden queen is a Lycan and Diana is not. Even the Golden queen looks different from how she-Lycans look. She is even bigger than the male Lycans. Does that mean a quadpod is a breed?