The Lycans Novels & Stories

Lucas’ POV I have held the Lycan king title for so many years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equality among all supernatural species. We can heal faster than werewolves. Additionally, a regular Lycan is capable of defeating an alpha. Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species.

When he took me to the door of a club, I gave him a strange look that knocked into his head that I didn’t do clubbing. After that, it was a walk through the park, until we passed the region where the regular clan members' resided. On this short tour, I found the Lycans were more independent than wolves. They didn't live in a pack-house, or in this case, a clan-house under the protection of their leader. Aside from those who worked with the ranked members or were in the Warrior Squad, the rest led their own lives. Some farmed, others hunted, while the majority possessed some sort of skill to run their house.

Lycans are a race of half human and half werewolf. When they shift, they become rabid and powerful beasts that could easily tear you limb from limb. They stand on their two legs like a human, but their overall appearance is that of a wolf. They are beautiful and magnificent creatures - well, unless you are the recipient of their attack. Their human forms are even more magnificent because it is their human side that prevails.

He groaned and pulled aside a little, giving me space. I proceeded to hit him in the manhood but he pulled back, then twirled me around quickly. When I looked up again, I'm suddenly confined to the bed. His hands were holding mine against the bed like a chain as he hovered above me. He was so fast that I could barely see him move. I've heard a lot about the Lycans. They were very fast and strong. They were like the doubled qualities of usual wolves. I guess that was why some group of Werewolves came together and made them the Alpha.

The closer they got, the more Grant was able to determine what kind of person they were even before they made an appearance. A lycan…? Having one around wasn't that surprising since the alpha pack consisted mainly of lycans, but something was different about this one approaching. There wasn't a single lycan in the kingdom that he didn't know of, so where did this one come from? It didn't take long for the person to appear, and Grant's expression darkened even further.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

She intriguingly continued reading it. ~ Lycanthropes, or commonly called Lycans, were the strongest unbeatable and highest form of werewolves. They have the power to shapeshift at their own will and control it – at anytime and anywhere they want. ~ ~ Lycanthropes look like wolves but are immensely bigger and with deadly claws. Its bared canines were poisonous so that it could kill you slowly or immediately, depending on how deep the bite was. ~ ~ Lycans were geniuses and could easily grasp ideas – making it hard to kill, not just in terms of strength and power. ~

The sun was about to set and the yellow lights were turned on in every cottage, making the whole town look beautiful. It was foggy at the peak of the mountain, but I could clearly see the Soare-Luna mountain, which was the tallest mountain in Jivan. Soare-Luna meant Sun-Moon mountains because it was said to be the land of both Sun worshippers – vampires – and Moon worshippers – werewolves. It was said to be the home of God Sol and Goddess Luna. And the Lycan river originated at the top of the mountain. But for some reason, no one had ever made it to the top. I imagined that if it was so beautiful here, it must be exquisite at the top where one would be able to see the entire island of Jiv.

That might have gotten you shocked, I know. My name is Jason and as you may have guessed, I am a male werewolf with a hidden past. A past which I had held in high regard and which I believe won't wash away. It was a very remarkable experience. The past experience was that of my past lover and I. We had been so loved up so much that I was shocked to the bone marrow when she died leaving me behind. Before she died, she had promised that she would be back to be with me once more. I had held on to that promise and looked out for her but I never did see her.

“When the war began, they entered our territory and attacked us. Some were lucky enough to escape with the alpha and others but weak pack members like us were captured, we can not even die even if we want to. I heave a sigh but didn’t say anything, this is not even surprising to me. How can an ordinary alpha male think he can invade the space of a Lycan king? Lycans are a human-wolf hybrid and can transform at any time. They are considered bloodthirsty and vicious, constantly fighting with other wolves over better statuses. Lycans are much more ruthless and dangerous than normal alphas, let’s just say I made the right choice of coming here. “Are you also a wolf?” I ask her and she shrugges.