The Lycans Novels & Stories

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.

It was new, unexpected and moreover strange, did Lycans also have the ability to see ghosts like dreymon? They were both aware of their strange gifts which in a sense made them feel connected and able to understand each other. There was a quick flash of a frown across his face as he asked, "How do you know of the lycans?, I never told you I was," there was no way a human should be aware of the existence of the lycans, knowledge of this was punishable by death which was why he had kept it a secret from her, it made him curious of how she knew of it.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

He was a Lycan — a creature thought to be out of extinction since the time dinosaurs walked on Earth. According to legends, Lycans were werewolves; but they were more powerful, undefeated, intelligent, fiercer, stronger and deceitful than any werewolves could ever be. Unlike normal werewolves who walked on four paws, Lycans walked on two, and early philosophers who were unfortunate to meet them described them as ruthless and fearful creatures. Lycans were also regarded as the creators and gods of werewolves.

Scarlet replied. NOTE: Lycans have a completely different meaning in my book. They are just huge wolves, the double of a normal wolf, with thick white fur and distinct violet eyes, blessed with enormous strength and extinct species, but our Astrid is the only one to exist in the present time. Maybe she got her genes from somewhere you'll know about. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

His silky dark hair is hidden underneath a crown and his scarlet eyes are scanning the area for a tiny figure which is hiding somewhere. Even without his wolf, Alexei’s senses are sharper than other werewolves. After all, he is a Lycan. Most werewolves shift when they are 18 but Lycans shift at 15. They are on the top of the werewolf hierarchy. Even Alphas cannot beat them in a fight and their blood is extremely valuable. They are born different and hence, rule over the other werewolf species. “Hee hee!” His sharp senses pick up someone’s snicker and he follows the laughter. It is coming from the small patio which belongs to his sisters, Anna and Maria. But he knows that they are at their da

Dain’s lip curled up like he’d tasted something foul. “And if we show teeth?” Marrow asked, “Will the Lycans bite for us, Enforcer? As in the old days? As your ancestor did for our fathers?” “Lycans bite for order,” I said, looking at him until he dropped his eyes to his desk, until his wolf whined where only I could hear it. “Not for kings who cannot hold their own borders. We are not your dogs, Elder. We never were.” The room chilled. Literally. Frost crept along the stone near my boots, lacing the grout in white. A few guards exhaled and their breath fogged.

Ryan asked, trying to keep up a defiant face but I could see that he was going weak. Interesting!!! "Hmmm, why do you have so many prisoners?." The man questioned again, staring at the vastness of the dungeon. "You haven't answered my god damned question!!." Ryan scowled and the man looked at him for a few seconds before heaving a sigh. " That should tell you that they are nonsensical and irrelevant questions that aren't worthy of an answer but nonetheless if you want to know... I'll tell you. I'm Lycan King Kye Blackwood, leader of the lycanthropy. " He said and a gasp escaped Ryan's lips while I just giggled in ecstasy.

Lycans are beings that possess both human and werewolf characteristics. Their gait was reminiscent of that of a human, yet their upper physical form was unmistakably that of a werewolf. In both their lupine and mortal states, these beings engage in a sacred union with their fated partner. If one desires their partner to conceive, it is advisable to engage in lycanthropic copulation. The Lycans possess an extraordinary combination of sagacity, might, and swiftness, with the Alphas exhibiting even greater strength.

Night was soon approaching and their chasers didn’t seem to be slowing down. Dax and Marcus had been attacked by packs of rogue lycans. These breeds of lycans are among the most feared breeds in the paranormal world. They don’t take slaves or prisoners, their aim is only to destroy any being — lycans or werewolves who they perceive as a threat to them. Sometimes these rogue lycans are more like merchants. They receive pay from whoever needs their services to assassinate someone.