Wise X Lycaon Novels & Stories

“Pick one. I don’t care which one. Marry her and stabilize the realm before I lose what’s left of my mind.” Damian’s eyes opened. They were bright silver, which all Lycan’s possessed. The look on his eyes would have made a lesser wolf slit their own throat. “You think I don’t want a mate?” His voice came out quiet. The dangerous kind of quiet that Lucas had learned years ago to take seriously. “You think I am choosing this?” Lucas said nothing.

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

It's really been a while. "Thank you so much," Luna answered, her smile growing. "I just wanted to specifically congratulate you on your new Luna, Chloe. When you introduced her, I noticed how elegant she looked. She really is beautiful and would make a wonderful Luna, even as you will soon become Lycan King." I nodded gladly; the mention of King got me excited. "Thank you so much; I know I can always count on you," I said softly, admiring her kind words. "Isabella, it's been forever!" I shouted, truly thrilled to see her after so long.

If someone were to walk in they’d see the way he pinned me to the wall, our chests heaving in tandem, and would likely assume the worst. I sucked in a ragged breath as he removed his hand, only the air was thick with his scent. It rushed right to my head, coaxing a whine from my lips that I barely managed to smother in time. Lycans were a vicious, brutal race. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the half-brothers from hell. The blast should’ve broken your spine. Ryker’s eyes were dark with rage, yet I thought I saw something within them falter. It lasted but a split second, a fraction of a moment.

I started to shake in anger. "Xavier?" I looked back to her eyes and gave her a tight smile. "Just answer my question, please." She nodded and leaned back into my chest, letting out that little content sigh that I love as sparks went throughout our skin. "Xavier, he's Lycer. Please call off the warriors." I froze as I took in what she said. So this was Lycer. I pushed my wolf down as he kept repeating that he was the guy who marked her, even if it was a protector's mark. "Please Xavier." I nodded and mind linked them all to get back to patrol.

But it was the light that blinded me. A searing, lunar white was erupting from her palm, a pillar of radiance so pure it felt like a physical weight against my eyes. Opposite her, the nightmare had ended in the most grotesque way. Laura lay slumped against the far wall, the obsidian fur of the Arcanum melting away, receding back into pale, shivering skin. But there, etched into the center of Laura's forehead, was a matching mark a silver crescent that pulsed with a dying, rhythmic glow, synchronized perfectly with the light in Lyra’s hand. The Lycanis Arcanum, the god of the hunt, hadn't just stopped. It had chosen. It had bowed.

My gaze returned to him, up close, the fine lines etched into his face and the stray strands of grey hair threading through his perfectly polished ponytail. "My son may be the Alpha, commanding strength and power, but the Luna commands loyalty. "If an Alpha is the sword," he finished softly, "then the Luna is the hand that decides when it should be drawn." His words settled deep within me. A timeless, wise counsel from a man who knew the true cost of power “You say all these, but you have a stubborn wolf for a son," I confessed, the words tasting like ash. "It seems he has found a woman who already fits his world."

She leaned towards me and hand me her phone. "Ohhh... Must be the Lycaea". I said reading the news article. "Lycaea?" Justin asked. The confusion and curiosity could be seen all over her face. Justin is no doubt a fan of all knowledge, but wait until I tell her that it is connected to the Lycans. She might knock me for connecting a scientific phenomenon to my obsession to those beasts. "Hmm... Lycaea is when the full moon appears to be in a bigger size." I said continuing scrolling through her phone.

They were all now linked to him through their creators and now under his control. “Master,” All the rogues kneeled now having their own dark eyes. His Army was now complete. He was ready to finally face and kill the last Original White creature. The White Magical Lion. ** At the Lycan castle, Wayne and his friends almost jumped in fright as they looked to see all the grey werewolves in the castle start waking up. They were all yawning and groaning after being asleep for so long. Hope quickly rose, for the Lycans could help the fight.

And to think that it wouldn't only be against Andre, but a full-on war. “Can we win?” Now I was doubting that we could win, and fear crept up on me. “We have to,” Kyson simply said. “We have Lucas, Colton, Witch Lily and don't forget that your mate is a Lycan,” he added with arrogance when he saw me being afraid and doubtful.