Novel & Cerita Vampire Vs Lycan

she said, her voice becoming more confident. "I understand. What do you want to know?" Asher asked. "Well, for starters, what does it mean to be a lycan? And how is it different from being a werewolf?" Skylar asked, trying to sound casual. Asher took a deep breath before answering. "Lycans are similar to werewolves, but there are a few key differences. As I gold you, we have more control over our transformations, for one. And we're also able to shift at will, not just during a full moon."

A Lycan's wolf is a bigger wolf than any other type of werewolf, stronger, faster, and immortal. Lycans can also have the ability to create a werewolf out of a normal human only by biting them, but a pack of werewolves can't do the same. A Lycan's bite is a killer bite for a vampire. The saliva of a Lycan is a venom that has no cure when it comes to vampires. All in all, it states how Lycans are a better version of werewolves. While lost in my thoughts, one of the Lycans spoke:

They couldn’t even recognize their true mates because of the loss of their Lycans. They were so deprived of knowledge about their abilities that the current generation didn’t even know how to use them anymore. Like the four Lycan Kings, Levian was stripped of his Lycan side, too. He became just an original vampire. And despite what everyone believed, a vampire was not stronger than a Lycan. A vampire could only be faster, sharper, and live an immortal life, unlike a Lycan, who was blessed inside out—with abilities, with magic, with unmatched powers.

It was stand off between we, the Lycans and the vampires. Our fists were clenched, eyes piercing through each other, teeth gritting, rearing to attack each other. “Vampires, attack!” Matyr yelled out, as the three wolves beside him flew into the air, letting out their sharp fangs. “Lycans attack!” We charged back at them, no fear whatsoever. I charged straight for Matyr, his figure was much bigger than mine, but I couldnt care any less. I pounced at him, my sharp claws taking a swipe at him and leaving a scar.

I remembered when I was still a young human, who was very in love with Jimmy, I remember late nights when my dad would tell me about the Lycan function he went years ago and how divine and orrery the Royal family were. Lycans ruled above werewolves, they are almost alike in nature, only Lycans are stronger are more powerful than werewolves. A Lycan could snap a werewolves neck in a bit, before the werewolf could even move. Lycans were more faster, in every way than werewolves. They could move faster. And they could even hurt a werewolf without phasing. Their Lycan form was more deadly and monstruos. Still, one of the reasons in which I was so against being with the Lycan prince. I did not wa

“But you felt your beast at twelve, why didn't I feel mine?.” Lena nodded slowly, like she was measuring her words. “That is because wolves and lycans are not the same thing at all. Wolves are more primal, tied straight to the moon and the pack in that raw, messy way. Lycans like Victor come from older, purer lines. Their beasts are controlled, powerful, almost royal. Even if you carried a wolf inside you, it would never balance with his. A wolf and a lycan trying to make a pup? The blood would fight from the first month. It could kill you during pregnancy. But look at you. You are well over eighteen now. If you had a wolf, it would have shown itself years ago. The fact that it never did say

“I was under the impression you didn’t have a mate as yet.” I keep my face passive. “It’s complicated. Which is why I asked for an audience.” “Then please explain.” Lucini says with a grin that if I didn’t know better would be completely disarming. “We have all night.” Of course he fucking does. Vampires don’t sleep. But even now, I’m acutely aware of where my mate is, that she’s with Cain, in his bed, in his arms and more than anything, I want to storm out of this room and go join them.

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus."

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

She asked in a low tone as she was scared of offending him. Arthur knew there was no point in hiding it again as she already had an idea of what was going on. "I'm not human but a lycan. It's like a werewolf just that lycans are much more powerful than werewolves,” Arthur started. "We have abilities that humans don't naturally have such as speed, strength and the likes." "Every lycan and werewolf has something we call a mate and our mate is our other half, they complete us and once we find them, we can't live without them," he summarized.