The Lycans Novels & Stories

Uncle Andrew states. “I reached out to some friends of mine and apparently they are not as rare on this side of the country as we thought. She was telling me that several packs have them and that there is even one pack that is led by Lycans.” Mom comments. I have no idea what to say. Werewolves are descendants of Lycans. Lycans are our pure form and were the first created by our goddess Selene. There haven’t been any confirmed Lycans born in about a hundred years. If what mom says is true then this could be a great opportunity. Lycans are like werewolves on steroids. They are bigger, stronger, faster, and more aggressive than normal wolves. I can see the wheels turning in Uncle Andr

I was startled by his sudden question. “Lycans? I’ve only read about them in books.” “What did you read about them?” “That they were vicious creatures and are threats to society. In almost every werewolf teen show, Lycans are portrayed as the villain.” He chuckled. “Teen shows, huh? Well, they got the vicious part accurate. Lycans are deemed as threats, not because they wanted to, but because they were just stronger, faster, and smarter than everyone else. It was in their blood. They can’t do anything about it.”

Lycans have already been existing centuries ago. These beings turn into savage beasts every full moon. The only time that they are week is on a rare crimson full moon. At this time, they can be vulnerable to any of their enemies like normal human beings. Adrianus is the Alpha of his bloodline, a notorious leader whom people always try to please out of fear for their lives and not from respect.

“He’s a lycanthrope, not an ordinary human. That you failed to use your powers or your lore to identify him, proves he’s one of the direct descendants of the earliest lycans in this world. The lycans are one enormous family, but they’re still of the human race. Unlike the demons, who are the true outsiders.” Then she continued by looking at me sympathetically. “I didn’t mean you, Sin, but the demons generally. There are only about fifty thousand such lycans over the world, twenty thousand of whom are middle-aged or ancient lycans. If you’re not careful, they may be a threat to your existence. Beware of them as much as you can. You don’t know when there’s a sen

They are also stronger and clever than the Canids family. Lycans was made by Lycanthropy, through genetical experiments. They became rare these days because most of them died in mutation. " Everyone, you know that tonight, our territory was attacked by Rogues and we must invade them this time! Are you all ready to attack?" Lucian yelled out. All of them howled under the dark grey sky and their beloved mother Luna. They swiftly ran one by one and traveled North, the location where Ragnarok town was located. Lucian ran with his packs. They were in three groups with individual leaders.

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.

He bowed, then opened the door and walked out. "And if they do mate?" I asked him again as soon as he sat down, not bothering to mask how I was feeling. "Well, a Lycan's bite is lethal. Lycanthropy refers to madness. So she or he will go mad and die. Why are you asking all these questions?" "No reason; I just got curious. I may need to experiment on new ways to kill people who used to get on my nerves when I worked at the hospital." He snorted, "You may get punished though, but first, both of you need to get mated first for you to be able to kill anyone," he whispered suggestively.

I didn't even know what a Lycan was and I have just seen the king just once How was it possible that I was his mate , let alone what it meant to be their mate. Despite my confusion, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity around these people. It was as if I had known them for years, even though I had only just met them. The way they looked at me, with a mixture of awe and reverence, was both flattering and unnerving. As the days passed, I started to learn more about the Lycans from my cellmate and their way of life. They were a proud and ancient race, with a deep connection to nature and the land. They lived in harmony with their surroundings,

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

We were playing when there was a huge blasting sound. The earth rattled and our home shook. The door flew open and in came a few men. No, they were not men. They were vicious beasts. Primal hunters. Lycans. They were here for blood. My father charged at them while my mother tried to shield us with her body. Turning around to me, she said, “Go to your hiding spot. I will come to save you.” “Nooooo” I cried as I saw five year old Celia look terrified. She clumlisy grabbed Liam, tried to hold him up in her little arms, and went to the hiding spot.