The Lycans Broken Luna Novels & Stories

Unless he involved Jarvis. The old Luna had probably been laid to rest by now. I was vexed to have missed that, if only to offer him my support. The reunion with Lisa was the only good part. Her astounding revelation was almost unbelievable. But I knew she was genuine and couldn’t wait to get in touch with Ariadne now I knew the salient facts. Lycans, they were everywhere. I had wondered about the difference between them and the werewolf species. I was a little wiser now.

She believed Fang had finally accepted her, but it was a trap. The three families chose to sacrifice her on the night of a super blue blood moon to strengthen the shapeshifting power of the Lycans. They believed the Moon Goddess would bestow them with this rare gift. The Lycans were the small portions of immortals given an opportunity to reside in the new world created by the deities after the Great Fae War.

“Although, I may not know why the breakstone pack prince hasn’t marked his mate and future Luna. This is not just a deceitful act from the entire breakstone pack, it is considered very insulting to us the Lycans.” The seer hadn’t finished with her words when the whole crowd began to murmur in surprise.

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

* Lyra grabbed her bag, kissed Luna’s hair, and inhaled deep. Milk. Shampoo. Young wolf. Her wolf. It clung to her clothes, to the hollow of her throat, to the curve where Luna’s head had just pressed. “Don’t run away,” Luna said suddenly, echoing an old fear in a small, imperious voice. “I have to,” Lyra said lightly. “That’s where they keep the broken wolves. I’ll be back before you can terrorize Nanna with your stethoscope collection.” Luna considered this, then nodded. “Okay. But you come home before the moon does.”

Clara answered the kiss with a feral hunger, her body moulding entirely to his, her inner wolf purring in a wild, submissive rhythm that accepted the pain as long as her king was the one ruling it. Outside, the purple lightning from the trench struck the base of the bunker. The spiderweb cracks across the massive acrylic windows widened, a thin, high-pressure stream of freezing ocean water shooting into the far corner of the vault, instantly turning the white leather sofa into a block of solid ice. The deep, rhythmic thrumming sound—the heartbeat of the first Lycans—echoed through the stone walls, demanding that the deep take the child. "One more push, Luna!" the doctor screamed through the

The screams, oh gods, the screams echoed faintly from the city beyond the walls in fragmented bursts, and piercing wails of terror that cut through the silence and then died too abruptly, swallowed by the dark. I wanted to run. To flee into the palace's endless corridors, find a corner, curl small, and shut my eyes until the world remembered itself. But my legs refused to obey. I shook my head furiously. "No... no, that's not possible. They wouldn't-" Yuren's laugh cut through me. It carried no joy or warmth. "They would." His voice was low, stripped of its usual playfulness. His shadow, stretched monstrously long by the eclipse, trembled against the stone floor. "And not just here." He step

After some minutes one of them approached me. "Excuse me, I'm Luna Morgan from Blue Moon pack, is it true that you're not a Lycan?" She asked, looking at me with taunting eyes. She knew the answer but she just wanted me to say it. She wasn't the ringleader, I could tell she was nervous but she tried to cover it up with overconfidence. I smiled and took a slow sip of my wine, making sure to waste time then I stood slowly. I could see her right eye start to twitch slightly.

“Hayden, you need to learn to trust Georgia’s instincts. Let her guide you and bring out the wolf. She can control it and help the two of you rebuild your pact. You need its consent. Right now, it fights you and you lose control because you resist it. You need to stop fighting it and unleash its full strength. Right now, you only shift when you are threatened. What separates Lycans from werewolves is that we have more control. Learn to coexist with your wolf and you will learn how to shift at will and control yourself too.” “What about me? If I have the blood of a Lycan, why can’t I shift too? If I could shift, I could help him, but as a human, how can I fight beside him?” Georgia asked. “A

Lycan- we are dressed wolf! Lori- oh! Lycan- what are you doing here and who are you? Lori- I am Lori , I just want to pass. Please. Lycan- well Lori, I am Brandon the king of lycans... Now I will ask again who are you? And don't lie to me I can smell the army of wolfs coming for you! Lori- I am xander's mate, soon to be Luna of Bloodmoon pack. Brandon- I see, well we you being here is making problems which will lead to blood shed and death! So why don't you go back?