The Lycans Novels & Stories

Lycans are the same as werewolves or wild wolves in general who have night vision. However, they need it because of the girls who are currently being carried by Luca and Rio. They didn't want their girls to be afraid of the dark. Lilly rested her chin on Luca's shoulder, this man's scent could always calm her down. "Luna Lilly..." Myrna approached her. Lilly, who was originally lazing on Luca's back, immediately sat up straight.

I asked him, but he didn't respond. He had ignored me for the past few weeks, which is unacceptable, especially if the pack is under attack. It had been up to me to pick up the slack since he hadn't been at his best. As I finished shifting, I surrendered to his control and retreated to the back of my mind. Unlike wolves, Lycans stand on two feet. Lycans are faster than wolves and more robust than our cousin species. Watching the trees blur by, I feel the cold wind hit my whole body as we speed up.

She then went to take a seat, while Freya continued with her search. Luciana read through the book, wondering if it was real or myth. It talked about the lycan ancestors. According to the book, long ago, there were no werewolves, only Lycans. They were strong, big, fast, and could easily tear down an average vampire. They were also known to be very intelligent beings, but they couldn't shift, not even on a full moon. They were just permanently wolves.

For a brief moment, I wondered if the Lycan family would truly show up. The Lycans are the purest of the wolf shifters. Although we share a lot of similarities, they are the true descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. The royal Lycans are the family that sets the rules for our society and handles any major issues amongst the packs. Lycans do not have to wait for their fated mates to meet their wolves, they are born with their wolves. Lycans tend to live longer than us regular wolves, but we still live longer lives than humans. Lycans also have superior strength and speed compared to us. Rumor has is that Lycans are also all very good-looking. I got to meet t

"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.

“Take one more step and I’ll-” With a force I couldn’t control, the knife twisted out of my hand, and the Lycan stood before me, his gaze glistening with pure wickedness, his mouth releasing a low, feral growl. “How dare you hurt what belongs to me?” With a fast grasp, he held the injured arm and lowered his lips onto it. “And how dare you demand that I beg you?” “You…” Insanely, I felt a pinch between my legs as his lips landed on my blood and sucked every drop that oozed out. “If… if you plead genuinely, I will do as you ask.”

“What?” Juan snarls. Ezekial holds his hand. “Let me finish.” He says. “Lycans are your future. We all know this and yet every time a Lycan is born, it has never made adulthood.” “Never?” Rosalie gasps. Ezekial shakes his head. “Too many are threatened by a Lycan to allow that to happen.” “Our pups will be different.” I state. “Yes, they will.” Ilsa says. “I have seen it. I have seen a new line. A new Royal Line.”

has far more information than anything I’ve seen before. The words feel heavy as I read. "The Lycans were said to walk the earth before werewolves ever existed, born from a darker, more primal form of magic. They were stronger, faster, and far more intelligent than werewolves. Marked by their crimson eyes, Lycans were not only lethal in physical form, they possessed the power to manipulate minds, slipping into the thoughts of others and bending their will." I swallow hard and keep reading. "Ancient texts speak of a war between Lycans and the newly formed werewolf clans, rival species born from different magics. The Lycans, feare

I shake my head at him. In werewolf society, Lycans are considered the most powerful of our race. They were immortal, deadly, primordial and ancient, invulnerable and extremely hard to kill. They became so rare that the Werewolf kingdom had been destroyed, and the Royal families assassinated by Rogue factions and anarchist regimes. The royal families collapsed and went into exile, where the remaining Lycans were hunted, killed, experimented on kept prisoner. Lycans soon became a myth and extremely rare to find...

He felt good repeating the insult, and this time, Cavil tried to calm himself down. "I am not a bastard. I am Cavil Voss of the BloodClaw Pack and an heir to the Royal House of the Lycans' throne. I am a Lycan, the first of his existence in 200 years since the Lycans’ extinction," Cavil said loudly, his eyes glinting with pride—a coping mechanism for his boiling anger.