Romans & histoires Underworld: Rise Of The Lycans

Only his Luna can confront him because when he sees her he sees himself. “Is that a curse?” I asked Lu. We had both been up throughout the night. I was barely able to sleep hearing that my Father had gone berserk and could even kill me if his eyes fell on me. “It’s not a curse,” Lu answered, “it’s a phenomenon. He’s a Lycan and embodies power ten times greater than what a normal werewolf would. Such power is not meant for sitting on the throne; it’s meant to be used on the battlefield.”

Liam said to Cohen, knowing the latter was trying hard to hide the fact that he was worried about Mira's safety. No matter how hard they tried to formulate the strategies for the battle, there were still uncertainties. Abbadon had the entire Underworld's armies under her control, which outnumbered the werewolves and their allies. Even so, the werewolves and their allies never showed an ounce of fear on their face. It was normal for them to be outnumbered in the battle, but that wouldn't break their determination to win the battle.

The Lycan yelled at him. I had never had sex before, so I didn't know if this feeling was me craving sex but I knew a pulse was fast-growing between my thighs, why would the Lycan want to have sex with a low rank like me? Of course, he would reject the situation immediately. "You can have someone else do it, Lycan, but we might not be able to save her otherwise. Because she needs someone strong enough to solve the effects of her drug, or it will take more than one man." The doctor explained.

Roman quickly swung out his arm in front of me and pushed me back behind him, then dropped to his knee and bowed his head as a sign of respect. Tarrant halted his speed and came to a stop, now curiously focusing on Roman. “And what are you?” He asked with a snarl. “I am Roman, Lycan to the earth wolves”. He announced, loud enough for the other shadow wolves to hear. “Ah, the Lycan”. Tarrant’s voice growled. “You’re far from home and you’ve bedded a Sun wolf… what a monstrosity to your kind!” He continued with disgust and my heart sank to hear with my own ears once again how much the Sun wolves were hated.

He felt good repeating the insult, and this time, Cavil tried to calm himself down. "I am not a bastard. I am Cavil Voss of the BloodClaw Pack and an heir to the Royal House of the Lycans' throne. I am a Lycan, the first of his existence in 200 years since the Lycans’ extinction," Cavil said loudly, his eyes glinting with pride—a coping mechanism for his boiling anger.

But the Moon Goddess has chosen her for something far greater than she ever imagined. As blood moon rise and divine omens spread, ancient powers stir beneath the earth and above the stars. The Lycan Kingdom is no longer just a realm of wolves - it is a battleground of gods. Allies will fracture. Legends will rise. And love may become the sharpest weapon of all. Fate will test the heart of the divine - and the strength of those who dare to carry it.

“Cole told us something about Lycans. About how they awaken. Remember?” I straighten a little, suddenly more alert. “Yeah?” Octavius’s expression darkens slightly. “It only happens under intense circumstances. Either through overwhelming emotional turmoil… or through the completion of a mating bond...” Oh. Oh, how could I forget about that... I feel my face heat instantly, my stomach twisting into knots. “Completing the mate bond as in...”

“Now that you know, there's no need to torture yourself by staying in Lycan Ville. As you can see, there's nothing ‘waiting’ for you here.” “Jackson,” Jaxon called. Jackson looked in his direction before Jaxon lifted his eyes at him. His eyes turned red briefly. They were mindlinked. The both of them had a silent conversation. Jackson clenched his jaw. “I knew this would be a disaster the moment we walked into this place.” He said out loud. Genevieve was still processing everything. The men she came back for were mated? To the girl she'd seen? The girl Jaxon had driven home and wasted so much time? She looked at Jaxon.

The entire Lycan race was joined into one. The Lycans cannot brag about having as much population as the werewolves but they are quite stronger than a thousand wolves. Unfortunately for them, despite having such powerful qualities, the rate of child birth was thin because their females could barely handle the pain and most of them result in death or the child dying from the womb. Those who successfully came out are blessed and they try so hard to train them. And for those who are mated to she-wolves, they are careful as to when she starts her heat because a wrong move could end in death and loss.

"In this life, I'm not alone. I have a father who loves me, who'd burn the world to save me. A batair who gave up his mate to shield me. A mate who endured shame and ripped out his own heart to protect me. A brother, strong as steel, sent to the human world to keep me safe. And more - ancient lines, humans, allies you never saw coming." As I spoke, her smug grin faltered. The sky erupted with sound - rotors chopping the air, a swarm of helicopters blotting out the stars. From them, massive direwolves dropped like shadows, their snarls shaking the earth. In the bloody moonlight, Lycidas led the charge, his assault team of werewolves and direwolves tearing into the zombie horde with relentless