The Lycans Novels & Stories

I folded my hands on my chest, emphasizing my point. “You have no idea who these guys are, Ameera. They are not your average wolves, you have never heard or seen anything like them before. They are called Lycans and they are very terrible and dangerous. They can never understand the prophecy, and even if they do, they will never fulfill it because they are not like us. They can’t even take care of you like I do. Just follow me, Ameera and I promise I will…”

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

It cause the young lady's scalp to numb! “What are they?” She couldn't believe her eyes. She never have any idea about lycans, so this transformation of them cause her heart to dread! They height more than a few inch of her, but they are unsighty. Their eyes glown in red, causing heat to rise and lifted the coldness of the forest!

Pearl was sitting in the front yard with her sister, Katty, trying to get a handle on the moment. "Yes, and no, they are special. Their ancestors bio-engineered the lycan race thousands of years ago. The alchemist and other supernatural beings never expected the lycans to be able to reproduce and produce offspring, but they were able to do that. The original Lycans were dire wolves, and many remain so, like Vergel, Ethan, and Finn. The three were, um, unique; they have wings and can wield magic."

Everyone loved Madam Cora, and she’d died by my father’s sword. ‘The Lycan’s are a special breed of werewolf descendants. Stronger, faster, smarter and bigger. Their senses are more heightened than that of a werewolf. They can smell and hear ten times more than an average werewolf. Even the moon goddess favours them. They occupy just ten percent of the werewolf population, but they were created to protect the werewolf species. They were born rulers of our kind. The Lycans are blessed with extreme good looks and can live for hundreds of years but will not look a day younger than twenty five,' Madam Cora always had a dreamy expression whenever she told this stor

My heart pounds, a deafening percussion in my ears that mirrors the thudding of my pursuers. Suddenly, emerging from the inky shadows of the forest, a herd of Lycans appears to block my path. Their forms are grotesque parodies of both man and wolf—upright figures covered in coarse fur, their snouts elongated, their eyes glowing an eerie, malevolent yellow. Muscles ripple under their fur as they snarl, displaying long, lethal fangs that are built to tear flesh from bone. The very air around them seems to thicken, heavy with their ominous presence.

It was in this ominous setting that the legend of the Lycans unfolded. In the forgotten corners of time, when darkness ruled and humanity cowered, the Lycans emerged. Born of the cursed bloodline, they were creatures of both man and beast, forever trapped in a treacherous existence. It was said that they possessed the power to transform into fearsome werewolves, their bodies growing in size and strength as their humanity waned.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

She looked down, covering her side profile with her hair. "I know why you killed him that day and I also know how you got injustice in return. You deserved better," he whispered near her ears, his own eyes changing into golden flames. Her violet eyes collided with his golden ones. "Who are y ou?" "Your mate and the Alpha of Nighthowls pack, my cursed Fairy," he smirked.

Still, I had to do this, before I changed my mind. I started over, my gaze fixed on hers after I’d issued an additional command for her not to look away. “I, Adam Bond, King of all the Lycans wish to formally re – ow!” At that precise moment a wasp chose to sting me on the ear. It didn’t live long afterwards. “Are you hurt?” It was the younger of the two who asked.