All Chapters of Lyrcan wolf the daughter of a sinners: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyca stood frozen in front of her parents as flames consumed them, helpless and unable to intervene. The entire clan watched in silence, leaving her with nothing but screams of despair. She blamed herself for their tragic fate, believing that her mere existence in this world was the cause. Her father, a half-vampire and half-wolf, had fallen in love with her wolf mother, a forbidden relationship that had to be concealed due to the enmity between their species. The consequences of falling in love with a vampire were severe. As her mother became pregnant, their secret relationship was exposed to the clan. They were forced to flee and hide, but on Lyca's tenth birthday, they were captured. Now, she was left to witness the agonizing demise of her parents in the engulfing flames. She abruptly woke up from the recurring nightmare that haunted her every night since her parents' death. Her aunt shook her awake, reminding her that she would be late for school. Lyca's eyes widened, and she q

Samuel, It is now midnight. The fresh air fills the forest as all the esteemed and influential human-wolves from our SORJON clan gather. Our clairvoyant stands before a bonfire, her hands raised, chanting something in the air. Out of the ten clans, we are the only ones blessed with clairvoyance, although its power is limited. Each of us possesses unique abilities, ranging from one to one hundred percent in strength. Occasionally, some of us may have two or three superpowers, but we have never encountered anything like what the clairvoyant is telling us now. It's both fascinating and terrifying. What if she has ill intentions? I can't fathom what she might do to us. Telepathy, telekinesis, hypersensitivity, invisibility, strength, and incredible speed are just a few examples of the abilities we possess. I, for instance, have three abilities, each currently 50% stronger due to my training. However, I have never heard of anyone possessing more than three abilities. If this girl trul

Damon, When the wind blows, it carries a delightful scent of flowers - fresh, sweet, aromatic, and fragrant. I wonder where the source of this enchanting fragrance is. As I surveyed the area, I couldn't see anything except for the players surrounding me. I wondered what could be the origin of that scented flower. Being a pure-blooded vampire, I possess heightened senses. I can smell things even from a distance, move swiftly, and my eyesight is exceptional. Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appeari

Olivia POV I winced when she bit me. It's unbelievable. How pathetic! All she can do is resort to biting her enemies. Lyca shouted loudly while hugging her aunt. TSS, loser, I immediately left when I saw them both fall. Well, I suppose they're dead now. I threw numerous knives at them, making it impossible for them to survive. I did what I thought was right for that woman! I ran through the dark, dense forest. Every step I took created a crackling sound, echoing through the thick, shadowy path. I needed to get home because what I did was forbidden, but I also wanted to get revenge on that woman. Zack hurt me, and I felt humiliated in front of everyone. I didn't want to be seen as weak by my friends. Every clan had signed an agreement that all problems needed to be resolved peacefully to prevent war. What I did, I knew, would undoubtedly start a war. So I needed to act as if I hadn't done anything wrong. As long as there was no evidence that could be used against me, I would be seen

Lyca As I descend the grand staircase of the mansion, I find myself unable to tear my eyes away from the corner. Everything about this place exudes wealth and opulence. The chandelier is breathtaking, and the walls are adorned with numerous portraits. But one particular portrait catches my attention. It's my mother. I reach out and touch it, feeling a sense of longing and sadness. "I miss you, Mom," I whisper, my voice trembling. Suddenly, an unexpected voice fills the room, causing me to startle. "I've been waiting for you, Lyca!" I freeze in my tracks as I see who it is. It's my grandparents, standing before me. I had believed this to be my mother's house, and seeing them confirms it. They haven't changed a bit. My grandfather, with his striking gray eyes that resemble mine, still possesses the same charm. As I study him closely, I notice the resemblance between him and my mother. "Do you know why you're here?" my grandfather asks. "No," I reply, my voice barely audible. "Beca