The Lycans Novels & Stories

I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about. "Are you serious?" Max asks him looking just as confused as Ryan. "Do I suppose to know who this Lycan is or something?" Ryan looking lost. "Dude where the fuck have you been, under a rock?" Max says. "A Lycan is the original breed of werewolves, but they all died off many years ago. The Lycan king was locked away long before any of us was born," I tell Ryan before looking back down at Lester, hearing a couple of groans come from him as Donna stitch up his wounds.

By 3pm, I was well fed and giggling with Blake as we finished tequila sunrise cocktails in our sleeping quarters. Blake was talking about her plans for winter break. Lycans worked a bit differently to werewolves. Where werewolves belonged to a pack, Lycans only had the one pack, the Royal Santos pack. Lycans owned vast amounts of land and were dotted out around the country in small groups, but they weren’t classed as packs. I found it fascinating learning about Lycans, maybe because every night I was dreaming about one!

A voice was had from the telecom. "On it sir." He said and quickly reversed his car. Elsa read the book carefully not mincing a word. Lycans display inhuman physical strength, speed, reflexes, endurance, and agility comparable to their vampire counterparts. These traits seem to apply to Lycans even when in human form, as Lucian was seen to be able to catch up to a moving car, and subsequently survive being hit by it head on.

“He’s not a shifter. He’s a Lycan.” In our world, Lycans are between wolf-shifters and werewolves, and stronger than wolf-shifters. They were one of the deadliest wolf species. They shifted into monsters who stood on their hind legs, and looked half human, half wolf, their snouts elongated like a wolf, but they grew fangs that protruded down to their chins, and their claws were long and sharp. But like wolf-shifters, Lycans could shift at will, and they could be born or made.

But I hadn't told him yet that if anyone I felt in this world was him. "Unlike humans, Lycans are supposed to have destined partners. It's the connection of two souls, it's like we are incomplete without finding our other half," He began, as he noticed my expression that appeared due to my attempt to fully understand what he was saying he bend down to grab a piece of paper from the drawer of the nightstand. "This is our souls without the other half," He tore the paper from the middle holding out the pieces away from one another," And once we find our other half only then we can be fulfilled, this increases our strength and most importantly completes our soul."

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

If someone were to walk in they’d see the way he pinned me to the wall, our chests heaving in tandem, and would likely assume the worst. I sucked in a ragged breath as he removed his hand, only the air was thick with his scent. It rushed right to my head, coaxing a whine from my lips that I barely managed to smother in time. Lycans were a vicious, brutal race. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the half-brothers from hell. The blast should’ve broken your spine. Ryker’s eyes were dark with rage, yet I thought I saw something within them falter. It lasted but a split second, a fraction of a moment.

Jayden looked at Luke and said, “I was just going through these old files before burning these are mostly solved cases.” Luke looked at the papers and his fell on a page, and he picked it up, “Who's he?” Jayden looked at the photos and sighed before he said, “Donald Hughes, a very brutal tyrant and cruel alpha, he was one most brutal and extremist person. “What’s his story?” Luke asked as he looked at the photo and Jayden replied, “He was a tyrant, he would torture and abuse his own pack and even terrorize other small packs. He used to sell the omegas of his own pack; he was basically involved in supernatural trafficking, sex trafficking, human trafficking and a lot of horrible things. And t

The look in her eyes was a painful reminder of the divide between our worlds, and I couldn't help but wonder how she truly perceived me now—a mere lycan. In the midst of my contemplation, a faint sound of unfamiliar footsteps crept towards my apartment. My senses honed in on the approaching presence, detecting the distinct aura of lycans. I quickly approached the door, peering through the small opening, and confirmed my suspicions as shadows drew nearer. With a sense of urgency, I snatched a shirt and swiftly climbed out of the window. My body was familiar with heights, and even from the fourth floor, leaping down posed no challenge.

Fortunately, the people in the class are very friendly, and not once did I hear any bad thing about myself. When the class starts, I find myself hanging onto every word that Miss Thompson says. Apparently, most of the people in the class haven’t found their Lycans yet, which is why she has to discuss it and help us find what we mean to find. “Lycans are stronger species that come from the power of the moon,” she says. “We are stronger, more dedicated, and this power comes with knowledge, so our Lycans take longer to develop than Werewolves. They would slowly wake up inside of us and take over when necessary, to give us enough power and courage.”