Derek Lycan Novelas e Histórias

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus."

“Okay. Okay.” She hurried to her room, hands trembling as she shoved clothes into a backpack without really seeing what she grabbed. Luna paced anxiously, brushing against her legs. “I know,” Lily whispered. “I don’t want to go either.” When she returned downstairs, Derek was already waiting, jacket on, keys in hand. He looked every bit the future alpha, controlled, dangerous, unyielding. Alpha Kane stood near the door. He turned as Lily approached, his expression unreadable. “You felt the call,” he said.

He felt good repeating the insult, and this time, Cavil tried to calm himself down. "I am not a bastard. I am Cavil Voss of the BloodClaw Pack and an heir to the Royal House of the Lycans' throne. I am a Lycan, the first of his existence in 200 years since the Lycans’ extinction," Cavil said loudly, his eyes glinting with pride—a coping mechanism for his boiling anger.

I was familiar with nightmares, I had a lot of them when Lea passed away but never had I seen anyone struggle to get away from one with such pain and was barely able to like she did. I had asked Lucas, a young man from the clan to gather every piece of information he could on her since Silas and I were busy. Today we were meeting with another Lycan pack on the west side to suggest an alliance. Silas and I were currently in front of the house of a young Lycan named Kallen, the son of the previous leader of that clan. He was in his late twenties and had a handsome face with a full set of fangs, but what I noticed the most was those red glowing eyes. He was one of the rare lycans who couldn't s

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

Luke continued. “Drakes thinks big, I don't think he would go for White Wolf`s pup just to only get the power to control rogues only. He wants to control the Lycans too and to do so, he would have to aim higher. And there is only one being who could easily make any werewolf, Lycan, or rogue obey them by force if they wished so." I said to Luke while thinking of how Drakes had arrived at that prom in Alucard`s form.

"Guys, I need you to remain calm. Got it?" "What do you mean?" Leah demanded, immediately catching on to my panic. "What's going on, Thia?" "There's a lycan." I said slowly, still trying to get my thoughts together. "But it isn't a member of our pack and it looks like it may be rogue." "WHAT?" Leah hissed, suddenly jumping up and causing the lift to shake. "Could you sit down?" I hissed, grabbing Leah's arm. "Freaking out isn't going to do anyone any good."

The Lycan yelled at him. I had never had sex before, so I didn't know if this feeling was me craving sex but I knew a pulse was fast-growing between my thighs, why would the Lycan want to have sex with a low rank like me? Of course, he would reject the situation immediately. "You can have someone else do it, Lycan, but we might not be able to save her otherwise. Because she needs someone strong enough to solve the effects of her drug, or it will take more than one man." The doctor explained.

What else could have led her to take the desperate step of denying her heritage and living alongside another species? Just who was this Lycan? Had I only seen his mellow side up to now? If so, when would he unleash the real monster? And would I survive to see Lolo again? I’d never been so scared. I really hoped my instincts were wrong this time, the ones which told me he was capable of absolutely anything.

That might have gotten you shocked, I know. My name is Jason and as you may have guessed, I am a male werewolf with a hidden past. A past which I had held in high regard and which I believe won't wash away. It was a very remarkable experience. The past experience was that of my past lover and I. We had been so loved up so much that I was shocked to the bone marrow when she died leaving me behind. Before she died, she had promised that she would be back to be with me once more. I had held on to that promise and looked out for her but I never did see her.