روايات وقصص ضمن Von Lycaon

At least that got me breathing and conscious again. He picked me up like nothing happened and we continued our journey through the sea of deaf bodies. Dead bodies of my people. I may have been hated by many for being weak and not being able to wolf-out but they were still my people. And though I've never been respected as one, I was still their Luna. Their weak and helpless Luna who could do absolutely nothing for them. New set of tears had gathered in my eyes, threatening to fall when I heard the loud howl from the Lycans. It was deafening and frightening. I could tell from the sound of it that they were feeling fulfilled at their bloodied victory and I was the trophy to prove that.

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

“In the flesh,” the man grinned, revealing pearly white teeth and canines that would never quite recede fully. I had never met a lycan. They were the things of legends, almost. They weren’t natural, as in they were not born. They had to be turned, akin to the human mythology of werewolves. Lycans retained their full wolf form, but with greater strength, speed, and stealth in both skins. The mark of a lycan, though, came at a cost. They were more bound to the moon, as only the moon could turn a wolf to a lycan. The loss of an opportunity to find your mate, and near immortality.

She followed the scent of blood toward the woods and we ran right into the battlefield. Lasaya skidded to a stop on her heels as she saw the massacre in front of us. “Lyrie.” My voice echoed to Lasaya and she scanned the area looking for any sign of Lola. “There!” Lasaya informed me. I look through her eyes and see Lola fighting off vampires. She showed no sign of fear of mercy as she ripped the vampires to shreds one after another. I may have been the fastest of my siblings, but Lyrie was smart and calculative. She had an echoic and eidetic memory which was shared by her wolf, Lola.

Elaina paused when she noticed how intently he was staring at her and noticed the quick warmth spreading throughout her body as a result. Clearing her throat, she continued, “Lykaon eventually found Nyktimos and out of anger and jealousy bit his only living son, thus changing him into a werewolf. Nyktimos, now angry at his father in turn for the fact that now on the night of the full moon he would shift into a hideous beast, left Arcadia and Olympus and all its battling gods and demigods and helpless mortals. He ended up in Washington State, where he met and fell in love with the human Aleya, whom he eventually bit. Thus began our hybrid breed of part wolf, part man, otherwise known as the l

There are seven Oracles in the Lycaon palace, but one of them was the most powerful and closest to the moon goddess as everyone believed. Her name is Cordelia. She was a popular oracle, talked about around all werewolf and Lycan packs. As we approached her shrine, goose bumps started to creep up my skin, along with a banging headache. I started to panic. Ever since the incident where Draven got shot, I haven’t had this recurring headache. I wanted to believe it was gone forever but as I started to feel the pain, fear crept in.

I could already sense that the creature was stronger than average Lycans. And then my eyes noticed the other footprints, it was bigger and deeper in comparison to size. Skeptically I touched the surface and a gust of harsh wind brushed past me leaving me stunned at my place. My eyes widen ever so slightly. It belonged to an extremely powerful creature.....A Lycan who has royal blood running in his veins. The recognition drew upon me immediately. Kaden Moretti. Only Lycan who could have any reason to come to this was him, Isabelle Morgan Yearwood's so-called Mate whom she might think will save her.

I move to the centre, run through a few more of my routines before I sit down and then lie back. I take a few deep breaths as I look up at the sky and watch the clouds slowly making their way across the sky. I take one more deep breath and go over what I found out last night. I have a panther and a wolf inside me. As soon as I say wolf, a sharp pain goes through my head as one of the voices from last night comes through. “I am no wolf… I am a Lycan. I have a wolf form and a half-wolf, half-human form, but I am an LYCAN!”

The beast I know of weren't like these ones. They were bigger. Meaner looking,their fur was thick and black, their claws dug into the snow as they took menacing steps towards me. I had known I was in Lycan territory, but I didn’t think wild lycans were a thing. “Heavens, help me. Please.” I muttered to myself as I took a step back. They took one forward, seemingly enjoying watching me squirm. I frowned. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, so I did the only thing I could think of doing at that very moment,

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.