Underworld: Rise Of The Lycans Novels & Stories

she whispered, wetting her lips, painfully aware of her pulse coming faster…and faster, roaring like the engine of a train that just kept gaining in speed, shooting down the tracks with no concern for either her safety or her sanity. Please, God, don’t let it be anything weird. Or scary. Or creepy… Torrance took a deep breath, then quietly said, “I know this is going to seem like a strange question, but what do you know about Lycans?” She blinked, not certain she understood. “You mean like in the Underworld movies? The werewolves?” A soft smile touched the corner of the redhead’s mouth. “Yes. That’s one interpretation.” Tourmaline wet her lips again, surprised to find that they felt a little

“They don’t have that now?” I snort loudly. “No.” I pull my shirt on and start to do up the buttons as I speak. “Back in the day, werewolves lived wild. They had no structure or rules. They did whatever they wanted. Werewolves hunt humans on the full moon. It’s part of their DNA. Their actions endangered us all. So the first Lycans decided to do something about it…we ruled over them until Carter, Caspian’s father, invaded Azuria.” She nods, a small little frown between her eyes. “Were you cruel?”

He was perched atop a building, he didn’t know where, listening past all of the extraneous noise’s to pinpoint something. Raze was hunting in town. Raze was hunting in town. Ford found himself unable to voice himself, unable to tell his Lycan that no, this isn’t a good idea and that he was specifically told not to do this. His ear’s were flicking, listening closely in different directions. The Lycan huffed and with a tilt of Raze’s head voices began fading in. Boisterous laughter of two... no, three people. Shoes clicking, obviously intoxicated by the drag of their feet against cracks in the pavement and slurred words barely being spoken in a manageable manner. The Lycan hunkered down th

Lykos, humbled by her benevolence, accepted her offer without hesitation. Luna raised her delicate hand, casting a radiant light that enveloped Lykos' form. The air crackled with energy as his body underwent a profound transformation. His muscles rippled with newfound strength, and a wildness flickered in his eyes. In that moment, Lykos became the first of a new breed of beings—a Lycan.

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.

Is there something wrong? He asks unable to keep the worry from his voice and I, very briefly, actually entertain the fact that if something is wrong I will miscarry. Lycans do not carry imperfect offspring, if their foetus has the slightest thing wrong with it, then the female will sponataneously abort the pregnancy. Lycans are top of the apex predator chain, any imperfect offspring would never survive in our world, it is natures way of ensuring the purity of our bloodline. Lycans are rare creatures and we have no choice, we are genetically programmed this way.

“I’m the best bait we have. Young. Innocent-looking. They won’t see a threat until it’s too late.” Matthias stood so abruptly the chair scraped hard against the floor. Both hands slammed down on the desk. The heavy wood cracked straight down the middle under the force. “I will not allow it.” Liliana rose as well. Her own growl answered his. “I’m a Lycan. I have a better chance of survival than any female warrior we could send. Instinct under pheromone pressure isn’t something ordinary wolves can simply ignore. I can.” Their auras erupted at the same moment.

I cannot breathe. Her voices crash through my mind. “Four shall be bound to her soul, Their fates entwined, their strength united. Through their bond, the lost shall awaken, And the ancient bloodline shall be reborn. From their union, a king shall rise, A son of both past and future, To reclaim the throne long forsaken, And restore balance to the world. Bound by five, her strength shall awaken, And through their bond, the Lycans shall rise. The time nears. The White Wolf stirs.”

The first five wielded the powers of nature; air, water, fire, earth, and, the first born wielded the power of life and death, she could make just as much she could destroy; a Demi god. This automatically created a hierarchy in our world, placing the Lycans on top of the food chain, with the first born as the overall leader. The system ran for centuries. Birthing and reproducing took place, and the order of things continued, up until the dark age, where the werewolves wanted to possess what the Lycans had - power, and that set off the century long bloodlust battle. Kiara shut the book just in time as a knock came on the door, her breathing heavy.

Someone passed Carson a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt for me. “What the hell do you want?” Carson asked the Rogue, once we were both dressed. “I want the Luna, of course,” he stated. “You cannot have her,” Carson yelled back to the man. “I think you might want to reconsider that decision, Lycan” the Rogue spit out. “And why is that?” Carson demanded.