The Lycans Novels & Stories

"You talk a big deal about your authority around here, let's just see how good you are at fighting," I wasn't the best fighter in my pack and I knew that, and from the look this girl was giving me, she wanted to embarrass me in front of everyone by showing me that she is better and I wasn't going to allow that. We circled each other as Garret told us that it is just simple man-to-man combat and no one can brutally injure anyone or shift into their Lycans. I remembered that the majority of them were Lycans. Lycans are the strongest species, they are quicker and stronger than wolves, and their form is large.

"A Lycan what," she said with a scoff, and her brows came together. "There are no such beings." "There are truths that you have not been shown, and those truths have been buried for centuries," he said. "To answer your question, Lycans are real. Some call us beasts, and others call us higher wolves. We are like them in form, but we are greater in strength and spirit. And you, my dear, are one of us. Do you remember what I told you that night."

Beside them rose Lycan’Dra, the crown’s domain. If Lycandra was instinct, Lycan’Dra was discipline—white marble cities, obsidian towers, runes spilling silver light across the skyline. Lycans lived here: stronger, faster, sharper than any wolf born beyond their borders. They shifted onto two legs—towering beasts with claws and fangs, minds untouched by frenzy. They were generals, tacticians, rulers. From the High Seat, the Lycan Kings governed both Lycans and wolves, their power descending from the First Shift.

And more than that, my Lycan needs to get out and release some energy before I give into the swirling, furious anger inside. *** The air whips at my face as I race through the trees. I’m miles from our home already but that’s the beauty of being a Lycan, we are stronger, more powerful and not just with the fighting but with everything. Every aspect of our being. As I summit another hill I see the shadow of movement behind me and internally I’m already smiling. ‘Fancy a sparing partner?’ Ryker says through the mind-link. He’s the only one physically capable of keeping pace with me. None of our other brothers or our sister can match us.

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.

He expressed, but I frowned. “I'm serious. I just want to know, okay?” As soon as I said that, he nodded. “First of all, you're not a Lycan, so take that idea for your head. Secondly, Lycans are strong and are kings of other alphas. They are feared.” He paused, and then smirked. “You are one pretty shewolf…” “Are there other Lycans out there?” I asked, and he sighed. “Well there were, but not anymore. Look, I know you're interested in knowing everything but–”

“Then we have mates. Humans call it soulmates. Unlike humans who search for theirs, the Moon Goddess—the deity watching over us—chooses our mate. Most find theirs after getting their wolf at eighteen, but some don’t until the time is right.” “Woah,” Mason muttered again. “That world is indeed complicated. Definitely not like folktales and movies.” He nodded slowly, then recalled something and asked Ste-phen , who had begun setting the dining table, “And Lycans?” “Lycans are stronger, faster, and tend to live much longer than werewolves, who have almost the same lifespan as humans. We were chosen as guardians long ago by the Moon Goddess. The bloodline continues.” Mason blinked, his expressio

“What do you think it is then?” Callan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “It would appear from the reports that we are dealing with a Lycan.” Lycans a decedent of a werewolf, however instead of walking on all fours in their beast form, they walked on two. Instead of bright yellow, blue, or sometimes even red in rare cases, lycans were known for their black, void-like eyes. I let out a snort before letting out a laugh. “Those are only in fables and fairy tales, babe.” I continued to smile before my fear was becoming a reality.

– I use my Alpha tone “That doesn’t work with me Alpha, you can use that tone of voice as much as you like, I am not a wolf, and I don’t obey you” The council has one member of each species, I command our council, we have one representative from the wolves, one from the vampires, one from the angels, one from the demons, one from the humans and we have one from the witches. Why the fuck would they want her seat? “You know that Lorena is the voice of the Witches” – I say

Quickstep's wife was the best, he thought. "Affirmative, host." The system replied to Quickstep. 1. Lycans – these beings are the progenitors of werewolves. The Curse of Yexor is not in them and can freely turn into their beast form at any time they wish. They are stronger, faster, and smarter than those of their descendants, the werewolves.