Derek Lycan Novels & Stories

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

He responded without a second thought. He heard Oliver chuckled and he frowned… "Nice joke. Where are you going?" Oliver asked again. "What? You didn't think I'd find my mate and since when did you start keeping tabs on me? Don't tell me you have feelings for me. I'm sorry you are not my type." Derick said and Oliver shaked his head in pity. "Your head needs to be checked Derick, you are turning into a deranged Lycan" Oliver said, reducing the volume of his voice as he didn't want those humans working in the company to hear.

She said respectfully with a slight bow "Tsk how was the little fucker so lucky to have a beautiful woman such as yourself as his mate?, Hopefully, you can knock some sense into him," He said glaring at Leon. Alpha Derrick was a Lycan who had lived for over a hundred years. Although rare, some Lycans spent years, decades, or centuries before finding their destined mate, unfortunately, Derrick was of the latter. "Easy now Derrick, you have a mate now, your cock needs to stay in one place, besides my little kitty is a little too young for a hundred and twenty year old lycan such as yourself,"

“Trust me, Whisker. It’s a massive update.” Derek walked in next, his smile a mile wide. He came to my side and clapped a hand on my shoulder like we were celebrating this historic blunder. “Welcome to the apex predators club.” Rolling my eyes at him, I groaned in frustration. “That’s not comforting at all, Derek.” He grinned. “Lycans are the strongest shifters in the world, Whisker. You got lucky!” Hours went by, and they stayed with me all day, talking, joking, and grounding me. Raven stayed quiet, watching them from the back of my mind. She was carefully taking notes about our close circle.

Derek explained to me. “Derek, do you really think we are mates? I mean, I am no one special, so to be mated to the Prince of Lycans of all people has to be a mistake.” The look on his face went to shock. He was pale and had started to shake.

I ask you twenty questions and you also take turns asking me twenty questions,” I said. “And we have to answer all the questions honestly.” After a few seconds of stillness, he remarks, “That seems interesting.” I clear my throat and say, “Okay, I’ll go first.” I smile and ask him, “When did you start falling for me?” “I thought, ‘Yeah, that was one interesting woman,’ when I first saw you at the coffee bay andyou bumped into me, spilling your hot coffee all over me.” Dimitri smiles as she looks at me. I question him, “So you’re a lycan? What distinguishes you from a werewolf?” Yes, I believe I have heard the story of Lycoan and Selene, who were lovers and mates before their tragic relations

I turned and found Derek walking towards me from the direction of the gates. He had a commanding presence about him, and the hands in his pocket only made him more imposing. Derek’s black suit jacket was fine, so he looked less formal without it. Despite the forceful energy around him, he seemed less like the most powerful Lycan Alpha in the seven territories and more like the boy I remembered growing up with. I managed a small smile for him. “Shouldn't you be heading back to Lunar?” Lunar was the largest pack in the seven territories, and Derek was its Alpha.

I had a feeling that Rose would be staying with me anyway, regardless of what Alberta had to say. Through intense interrogations, I discovered that Derek and I had more in common than I'd care to admit. Like most Lycanthrope I've met, Derek was born Lycanthrope, not bitten. He was born and raised in a small town in Arkansas where he was taught to be a Guardian by his father, a Lycanthrope, and a few Guardians that lived in the area with their Moroi. When he was sixteen, he was sent to an academy to train and graduate. He, too, had lost a charge early in his guarding career. Abe took him in when no other Moroi would accept him as a Guardian. He's been working for Abe the past four years.

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.