Werewolf Vs Lycan Novels & Stories

My heart stirred at the familiar name. “After centuries passed and the Lycans were few, the Goddess created her second creature, the werewolf. We are one with the Lycan, bound by blood and spirit. The difference lies only in form. The werewolf runs on four legs, while the Lycan stands on two, massive and powerful.” Elder Marcus spoke for hours. He spoke of traditions, of culture, of sacred laws and forbidden ones. He spoke of religion, hierarchy, loyalty, and the cost of betrayal. His voice was steady, commanding, and filled with reverence for the past.

Lycans are the strongest species, they are quicker and stronger than wolves, and their form is large. I threw the first punch but she easily dodged it, it was her turn to throw and I got out of the way, forcing her to kick me in the gut. We fought at a quick pace, I'd punch her and she did the same, it was all normal until I started to realize that her claws were starting to extend and her punches were more brutal than before. "A werewolf Luna," She laughs. I was at ease knowing that she was beginning to get frustrated as I was easily avoiding her punches and kicks. We had been fighting for a long time and people stopped to watch us,

He was a Lycan — a creature thought to be out of extinction since the time dinosaurs walked on Earth. According to legends, Lycans were werewolves; but they were more powerful, undefeated, intelligent, fiercer, stronger and deceitful than any werewolves could ever be. Unlike normal werewolves who walked on four paws, Lycans walked on two, and early philosophers who were unfortunate to meet them described them as ruthless and fearful creatures. Lycans were also regarded as the creators and gods of werewolves.

Traitors were executed publicly. And he had no mate, which according to wolf law, made him unstable. Lycans were different from regular werewolves. They were bigger, stronger, able to partially shift and control their beasts. But without a mate to balance them, that beast could take over completely. "Maybe he's waiting for his true mate," Maya suggested hopefully. "Or maybe he's just a monster who enjoys the power." I finished my section of floor and stood. "Either way, it doesn't matter to us. We'll stand in the back, survive the ceremony, and come home."

They simultaneously chose to leave the city and build their new pack in the forests and villages that were still empty. Now it is starting to divide between Werewolf and Lycan. Where we had started to mingle and work together for a better life for the Wolverse, now we have become separated again. All of this is the result of Lilian's influence. The comparison between Lycan and Werewolf is very different. She wanted to show me that without Werewolves, Lycans would not be able to build a country. She wanted to make me fall from the throne for dumping Esme.

The most important thing for me right now was to see and talk to him. "From what I've heard, lycans don't have the same capacity for smell as werewolves." As I did so, I cast a quick peek in his direction. Ryder was standing close by and he gave me a nod. "Lycans are actually more strong than werewolves, but we, as Lycans, lack the same sniffing sense as werewolves do. This is our one and only weakness. So, um, yeah... that's the truth."

I refuse to be lured so I don't answer straight away. "Longer than a werewolf I guess." Another chuckle and I get the feeling Rhys knows he's been one-upped. "You're right so that's a point for you" When did I start accumulating points? "A Lycan can indeed engage in a battle for a longer duration of time than even the strongest werewolves. We have faster speed, more agile agility, stronger strength, and smarter smarts" I don't find the urge to chuckle so I don't. What he's saying sounds super serious to me.

There it was. Lycan. Not wolf. Not people. Bloodline. “Effective immediately,” he continued, “the distinction between lycan and werewolf is formally recognized by law.” Murmurs surged. Fear. Anger. Confusion. The herald lifted his hand. “Lycan blood is sovereign. Werewolf blood is subordinate. Rogue blood is—” He smiled. “—a threat.” The hunters shifted. Weapons adjusted. Postures sharpened. Lumi made a broken sound beside me.

I needed to get all of them out of here. "Do you know the difference between werewolves and Lycans?" Thronesman asked. "I don't have time for lectures right now." I just wanted him to shut up so I could concentrate and tune into my wolf and see if I could communicate with any one of them. "Well, you will hear it anyway." He withdrew his hand and roughly shoved Venita to the floor where she landed unconsciously. I pulled at my restraints out of anger. "Don't get mad, pretty boy. The show is just starting. Werewolves are born-natural wolves while Lycans are wolves bitten or created from experiments. I bet you don't even know that Sasha is a Lycan and she's starting to turn."

And this guy had the audacity to mock me. In this world, there are two types of supernatural werewolf species left roaming. First, the Lycans. To werewolves, Lycans are supreme because we are of royal blood. We are the oldest and pure-blooded species, direct descendants of our moon goddesses. In my pack, my people are all Lycans living a humble life. That's why we prefer easing off our aura when we are outside our pack to not intimidate anyone that may cause unnecessary trouble. Secondly, werewolves, who are similar to wolves in the wild but are far bigger and stronger—the second creation, which is also vicious and bloodthirsty.