Werewolves Lycan Novels & Stories

“I think it’s high time we know what we really are…” I hummed in response as I turned the first page and together, we started reading. ‘Primordials are the most powerful werewolves to have ever existed and no werewolf can match their power except Lycans. They are almost identical to Lycans but unlike Lycans, they have two wolves within them. They have unique powers and enhanced senses which can detect anything which even ordinary werewolves normally miss to catch…’ The more we read, the more our heart rate sped up as we came down to one final conclusion. “We are actually primordial werewolves.” Lucas stated what was repeatedly crossing my mind once we were done reading.

It was as if all recognition was lost in their eyes. I listened to the snarl coming for Lyle’s throat as he pushed down his authority on the young lycan. Lycans and werewolves are pack creatures. We exist within a hierarchy that is usually followed. It’s in our basic instincts to submit to those that are higher ranking. This lycan, in his feral nature, seemed blind to it.

Lucas’ POV I have held the Lycan king title for so many years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equality among all supernatural species. We can heal faster than werewolves. Additionally, a regular Lycan is capable of defeating an alpha. Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species.

I answered and I could see that the lycan king was getting furious. "Ryan, do you have a worth as a wolf?." The Lycan king asked with an authoritative tone and Ryan nodded in the affirmative immediately. "So what makes you think she doesn't have a worth? If she doesn't have a worth to you, she has a worth to others and I must say that you don't deserve her. That's by the way, so you brought her to take sexual advantage of?. " The Lycan king asked and Ryan shaked his head in the negative.

The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible. Levi's voice quivered as he continued, his words laden with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "Though now extinct, they were one of the first breed of werewolves. Which later created the breeds of Lycans." The air crackled with a newfound energy, tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear. The knowledge they were unraveling held the power to reshape their understanding of the world, to rewrite the boundaries of what was possible.

This meant War. The Lycan king ruled over the Werewolves and Lycan species and every Werewolf and Lycan creature answered to him. Lycans were the strongest supernaturals to exist and Werewolves revered them. It was rare to see a Lycan and there were not up to a thousand of them in the universe, it was difficult for the species to reproduce and also difficult for them to be killed, Lycans were a hundred times stronger than werewolves, faster, their sense of smell was better and their wolf form was bigger than Werewolves. The gap between Lycans and Werewolves was already huge and the Lycan king was untouchable. I had heard stories about all the wars he had won and how it was because of him tha

I studied fighting techniques, learned how to wield weapons, and researched my heritage. If it wasn’t already obvious, my parents and I are lycans. Lycans are the less commonly known cousins of werewolves. My parents were unable to find a lycan pack to settle down in and decided to live as ‘rogues’ or packless wolves instead of joining a werewolf pack. There are several perks to being a lycan, as I have learned. My healing ability is far greater than a human’s and better than a werewolf’s. Unlike werewolves, silver and wolfsbane will not kill a lycan. Wolfsbane gives us headaches and silver just doesn't affect us. Lycans have larger wolves and are more powerful than werewolves. However, were

“Werewolves don’t live like humans. They have packs. A hierarchy. An Alpha leads them, an enforcer upholds his orders, and the pack follows. Alaric… he’s the strongest of them all. Some say he’s not just a werewolf—he’s a Lycan.” The word Lycan sent a bolt of ice through my veins. “What does that mean?” I asked hoarsely. She hesitated. “Werewolves are strong, fast, but Lycans… they’re something else. More powerful. More dangerous. They’re the first of our kind, the closest to the original bloodline. They’re feared for a reason.” My skin broke out in chills. “People say the Alpha is one of them,” she continued, voice quiet. “A true Lycan. That’s why other packs fear him. He’s more than just a

Arec nodded and said, “We are. My whole family is. We are one of the oldest full-blooded Lycan families.” “How many Lycans are there?” Eve asked. “I honestly don’t know,” Arec told her. “But I do know we exist worldwide.” “What about werewolves?” Eve asked. “Do you know how many are in existence?” He shook his head and said, “Werewolves are trickier to keep track of since they are made by a werewolf biting a human and that human surviving. Lycans are born.” “Do Lycans gather in packs, or are they solo?” she asked.

I leaned back slowly, my fingers tapping lightly against the couch armrest as my thoughts drifted. This was the world of Werewolves. Lycans were the royal existence of the ancient hybrid of humans and wolves. They had the intelligence of humans, sharp and calculating minds, the strength of wolves, and the blessing of the Moon Goddess. Their power was incomparable. But in the world of Werewolves, who were naturally weaker than a Lycan, his only options were to get over himself or... Find a hybrid. Or a female Lycan. Otherwise, he might stay mateless forever.