What Is The Lycan Novels & Stories

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

Ryan asked, trying to keep up a defiant face but I could see that he was going weak. Interesting!!! "Hmmm, why do you have so many prisoners?." The man questioned again, staring at the vastness of the dungeon. "You haven't answered my god damned question!!." Ryan scowled and the man looked at him for a few seconds before heaving a sigh. " That should tell you that they are nonsensical and irrelevant questions that aren't worthy of an answer but nonetheless if you want to know... I'll tell you. I'm Lycan King Kye Blackwood, leader of the lycanthropy. " He said and a gasp escaped Ryan's lips while I just giggled in ecstasy.

Claire's Pov I looked at the path where Traian—my Alpha disappeared, still shocked to see someone shifting mid-air. Traian was our Alpha for many years and I have seen his wolf numerous times. We trained with him. But it still made my skin crawl in fear every time. Traian's was a Lycan. A superior kind to normal Shifters like us. Among our pack and others, there was no wolf who possessed such pure black wolf but only Lycans. They were like darkness in the skin of a wolf. They were bigger than us and their limbs are thicker, stronger so was their presence.

It cause the young lady's scalp to numb! “What are they?” She couldn't believe her eyes. She never have any idea about lycans, so this transformation of them cause her heart to dread! They height more than a few inch of her, but they are unsighty. Their eyes glown in red, causing heat to rise and lifted the coldness of the forest!

“Then we have mates. Humans call it soulmates. Unlike humans who search for theirs, the Moon Goddess—the deity watching over us—chooses our mate. Most find theirs after getting their wolf at eighteen, but some don’t until the time is right.” “Woah,” Mason muttered again. “That world is indeed complicated. Definitely not like folktales and movies.” He nodded slowly, then recalled something and asked Ste-phen , who had begun setting the dining table, “And Lycans?” “Lycans are stronger, faster, and tend to live much longer than werewolves, who have almost the same lifespan as humans. We were chosen as guardians long ago by the Moon Goddess. The bloodline continues.” Mason blinked, his expressio

He expressed, but I frowned. “I'm serious. I just want to know, okay?” As soon as I said that, he nodded. “First of all, you're not a Lycan, so take that idea for your head. Secondly, Lycans are strong and are kings of other alphas. They are feared.” He paused, and then smirked. “You are one pretty shewolf…” “Are there other Lycans out there?” I asked, and he sighed. “Well there were, but not anymore. Look, I know you're interested in knowing everything but–”

He finally dropped the other truth and I gasped again, the air in my lungs almost drying out. A Lycan. A beast from tales of old, werewolves were an evolution of such creatures. No one had existed in centuries. Lycans were basically immortal, hybrids with different sorts of wielded power. They could be vampires and demons, wizards and healers…they could be anything and still part werewolf. I shook my head, still in disbelief. All these years of him taking care of me, making sure I was safe, I never for once suspected a stoic old man to be more than just a simple healer. I couldn’t have been that naive, foolish…I just couldn’t have.

"What about your other side? Werewolf?" He shook his head. "You are almost correct, but not exactly a werewolf. I am a Lycan. I am sure you have heard of those." Freya dropped her spoon as he mentioned that. Lycans? She thought they no longer existed. "In case you are wondering the difference, a Lycan is almost like a werewolf, only that Lycans are bigger, faster and stronger. That's all." She nodded. "Why do you keep it a secret?"

Your support means everything to me, dear lovers of My Lycan. — Dee_jonah

“Look. They’re different monsters.” Everyone stared intently. Scott narrowed his eyes. Yes, they looked different. Lyall's Lycan was larger and had a mix of gray and black fur, while the Lycan in Scott's memory was jet black. "Carl, are there really other Lycans besides Lyall?" Darius asked. "I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it."