Derek Lycan の小説・ストーリー

It's really hard and very strange just to think that she could be from the company I feel like I want to kill her but there is something inside me that feels that I would never be able to do this if it really was like this. He got up from her side and quickly went to the window looking out at the sky, then muttered: What am I really going to do then! I'm Ayden, the king of the Lycans, I can't think of anything, not only that, but I'm confused between right and wrong. I can overlook right and wrong. I've been fooled by the bond before and thought I had a mate but this time it's completely different I feel something built inside me since I saw her eyes that looked like the black of the night.

Grevin Town is a town of shifters like me, so that is not an issue for us because we are aware of our secrets. Grevin Town is the pack I lead. When my father passed away 200 years ago, I formally became an alpha. The fact that lycans live longer, recover more quickly and have greater strength than ordinary werewolves sets them apart from other typical werewolves. And the only Lycan among us is me. A few others, like my cousins, are also alpha on their own.

, Faiz spoke in a lower tone, she was worried and both concerned for her people. Amelia looked at her and agreed with Faiz. Before today, He was Edmund, only an orphan young master. But right now, he was the eldest prince of the Lycan empire, Damian. Same genes as all Lucans of this empire and was strong as hell. Unlike these two, Amelia wasn't feeling anything. There was nothing in her mind or heart. If there was anything, she was just a little surprised. She grew up listening to numerous stories of the Lycan prince of the Lycan kingdom who died as an infant and never got to see the sunlight ever again.

“There is a darkness far older than our kind. A wolf not born of the Moon, but of chaos. His name is Derek.” “He was a Lycan once, but the thirst for power changed him. He devoured his own pack, drowned his land in blood, and sought the Moon herself. He wanted to be a god. When he failed, he vanished, until the elders trapped him beneath the northern mountains, sealing him away with blood, bone, and fire.” “But seals can break. I fear someone will try.” “If you find this, dear Luna, know this: Derek cannot be reasoned with. He speaks in dreams. He tempts the gifted. He feeds off fear. If released, he will burn the world.”

“I am Lucian. Alpha of Ironfang dominion. Have you heard of me?” “Ye..yes” “Good. I had a mate once.” He said as he walked slowly around the chair Derek was strapped to. “Her name was Lysandra. Does that ring any bell?” “N.. no my Lord” “Tsk, it doesn’t?” Derek said nothing. “Okay, how about Nyx Calloway? Any bells?” Derek's breath became even more shaky at the mention of my name “I..I..Yes. Yes it does. I worked for her family as a guard”

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

The beast inside him is howling, desperately aching to follow the scent. “Mate!” he mutters. Kai grins. After all these years, he finally found his mate. For a long time, he waited for her and now, he found her. His wolf is crying and howling in joy. The Lycan King finally found his Queen. Kai follows the scent, trying to calm the manic madness in him. He finally spots her near the bar, drinking. For a moment, he stares at her in astonishment.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

"Tabitha, Bentley was always just a pawn used to keep me in check. But do you really think I've survived this long by letting myself be 'checked' that easily?" A mysterious, predatory smile spread across Derek's face—the raw confidence of a top Alpha. "I've spent years at the Lycan's side. I can predict every move he makes before he even smells the opportunity. From the day I decided to bring you back, I had each step mapped out."

There was awe in the murmurings this time around. “Are you a Lycan?” Sheila aked, needing a confirmation. She knew from books that only lycans could shift prematurely and still remain vigorous enough to fight. “Yes.” Derek answered, aware of the increased intensity of the murmurs, and the slight relief that was visible in the relaxing of Sheila’s shoulders. It abated the tension on his shoulders a bit. “Then what happened?” Sheila asked, folding her arms across her chest.