Von Lycaon Novels & Stories

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

Yet here he was, looking at me as if I were the most interesting thing in the world. “I’m Emrys. An ancient lycan,” he said, formally introducing himself. His voice was warm and deep, alluring. Lycans were very old, so old, in fact, that he must have been one of the survivors from the slaughter of their pack, a once-great pack. I felt a pang of sorrow for him. "I'm probably older than your great-great-grandmother," he said with an easy smile, trying to make a joke. I returned his smile, and he raised his eyebrows, a flicker of shock passing on his face.

He took a longer look at Kayden and his eyes widened in realization. "Claire who is his father" he asked again but this time in a softer voice I felt a tear roll down my cheek and Kayden turned around and gave me a hug. "Mommy don't cry" Kayden said Jacobi ran his hands through his hair exasperatedly. He stared at me with raised eyebrows and I only nodded my head in reply. "Impossible" said alpha Duncan in disbelief " lycans cannot have children with humans" Jacobi knelt down to Kayden's level, but even though he was kneeling, he was still way taller and bigger than my five years old son who was already at my waist level.

I stormed to my table, the anger boiling inside me like a raging inferno. Without a second thought, I grabbed hold of it and hurled it at the wall with all my might. The satisfying crash of wood meeting stone echoed through the chamber as splinters flew in every direction. But even as the splinters everywhere erupted around me, it wasn't enough to quell the storm raging within. "I'm the Lycan King!" I roared at the top of my lungs, the words reverberating off the walls. "I make the decisions, and nothing—nothing—can stand in my way!"

"But first, who is this beauty at your side?" “My woman.” Lykoan clipped with acidity, sitting down and pulling me into his lap. His possessive wolf threatened to surface. "I mean no harm.” Vydon’s tone wasn't mocking but also wasn't friendly. “I am naturally like this to both men and women." Lykoan said nothing, only fixing him with a hard stare. The large henchman did not sit and Beauchamp stood behind both of them with his thumbs in his pockets and the other fingers sticking out.

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

I'm very proud of her. Lycaon continued to look suspicious. - It was a source of pride for me because it just proves how perfect she is. – Ayla smiles. She is the only priest of all the covens in the world who is not a pure witch. She is a hybrid, between a witch and a werewolf. Lycaon opens his eyes and mouth wide and looks between the two women. - If your destiny is to die soon, I think you deserve to meet my daughter. Lycaon falls on his ass onto the chair that was fortunately behind his back.

And now, a few of us will be scrutinized and tested for a year to determine who is best suited for each position. I assume that Layla will be moving out, with Cyrus being a lycan and all. And he's not just any lycan, but one that happened to be the son of Lycaon. Since she hasn't sent me any texts asking me to save her, things had to be going well between the two of them.

"And even if he did, what would happen to the wolves?" "We aren't sure if Lycaon can die, but it's doubtful. We constructed a special way to hold him. All you have to do is capture him," said the middle-aged vampire. He made it sound so simple. Sure, just go grab the oldest living wolf on the planet and bring him back. He was sure to be easy to capture. Right. "Lycaon is amassing an army, as you already know," Emily surprised everyone by addressing the committee.

Today Nora was on holiday because of a few guests coming into her home. She recalled yesterday's conversation with Nora and couldn't help but gulp her saliva. The dark walker, Lyceon, was an original from the Royal Lycan blood. She was taught in her school classes about Lycans, the most powerful creatures, more powerful and muscular than werewolves and vampires and other creatures. They are like Kings of the Alpha kings and superior to all. They thought lycans had already vanished from the earth but until a decade ago When His brutality and notorious presence was spotted by few werewolves in the bloodbath around the world.