Werewolves Lycan Novels & Stories

“Go on.” I fold my legs under me on the bed, fingers picking at a loose thread in the blanket. “What is it like… you know… being mated to a werewolf? With you being a Lycan and all?” Nyx’s gaze narrows just a fraction, but she does not call me out on the question. “It is… different,” she says slowly, as though she is weighing each word. “We have different instincts, different strengths. Sometimes, different ways of looking at the world. But the bond does not care about that. The bond is the same.”

Dual Dynasties As time passed, both species flourished, each carrying a unique legacy. The lycans, with their royal bloodline descending from Vakatow, ruled their realm with wisdom and grace. Their relationship with Selene remained intimate, and they drew strength from the moon's phases, enhancing their abilities during full moons when her influence was at its zenith. On the other hand, the werewolves – descendants of Black – formed a familial bond, a fraternity of those blessed by the Moon Goddess's compassion. They transformed during nights of dire need, guided by Selene's divine guidance to protect the vulnerable and restore justice.

Zoe questioned. "Typically only werewolves. Wolves are the only ones that usually stick to packs as well." Darina replied. "What's the difference between a lycan and a wolf?" Ryder had told her a little bit, but she wondered if it would have an impact on either of them once they were fully mated. "Lycans are basically large werewolves. We can walk on two legs when we shift rather than four, and we're stronger than typical werewolves." Ryder and Nick came over to sit next to their mates.

I knew it was the symbol of the earth, but how the hell was it associated with the werewolves? "What is this?" I asked, my eyes staying on the bluish glow in the center. "They are werewolves turned hunters," Jude said. "They are the first werewolves to walk on earth. Pure blood werewolves. They are called lycanthrope, otherwise known as Lycans." "Lycans?" I murmured. I understood why they seemed strange now. They were larger than average and even faster. They had shown great strength and ability, and if it wasn't for the skill I had, I was sure they'd have defeated me.

ALWAYS owned positions as Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Elders, Salutary wolves (pack doctors) and other responsible higher ranked wolves in wolf packs. • Sliver is not deadly for them as it does to werewolves. • To kill a lycan, one should have to sever the spine from its body or have to call a vampire to bite its head off. • They heal way faster than a normal werewolf and therefore it is very hard to cause an injure to a lycan. *** Werewolf/Werewolves (Origin: Old English folklore)

"What?" She smiled. "Werewolves are not like Lycans for a myriad of reasons. Chief among them is in their creation. Werewolves used to be vampires." She pointed at Lucian. "Specifically, one of three of the vampire brothers born to Dracula." Lucian set his jaw. "You research too much." "Nonsense," she said. "I don't understand," Grace said.

“What do you think it is then?” Callan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “It would appear from the reports that we are dealing with a Lycan.” Lycans a decedent of a werewolf, however instead of walking on all fours in their beast form, they walked on two. Instead of bright yellow, blue, or sometimes even red in rare cases, lycans were known for their black, void-like eyes. I let out a snort before letting out a laugh. “Those are only in fables and fairy tales, babe.” I continued to smile before my fear was becoming a reality.

He was magnificent. Covered in beautiful dark chocolate fur, he was massive, towering over my height. While werewolves shifted completely from humans into large wolves, lycans' form was somewhere in between. They stood upright on hind legs and maintained their human-like hands rather than paws. Looking at my mate before me, seeing how much power was contained within this form, I could understand why they were seen as superior. But could he outrun me?

Everyone was murdered in cold blood. That was the end of the Lycans. The werewolves still held annual tributes for them until these days. Lycans and werewolves were cousin species. Unlike werewolves, the Lycans stood tall on their feet like a human but in Lycan form. But Lycan was much stronger and agile than the werewolves. Since the beginning, the werewolves and lycans were allies and together they repelled the vampires’ endless attacks.

I urge quietly. He watches me for a second and speaks, “I’m a Lycan.” I just nod slightly, even though I don’t know what it means. “Werewolves exist,” he continues. “Everything you’ve read about or seen in the movies is real. There are different kinds, packs, hierarchies, and structures. Lycans are above them. A stronger breed of wolves.” “Top of the food chain,” I surmise. “Yes. We’re rare. We’ve existed for centuries.”