Novel & Cerita Crowning My Feral Prince

Clarissa moaned loudly, grabbing the edges of the table to stable herself. “Beta, I heard that Alpha is planning to gift you a princess as a slave. She is stunningly beautiful. Sapphire eyes, alabaster skin, flawless body.” Chimed in a warrior, "the tallest woman I have ever seen, and the best female warrior in whole kingdom, fierce, brave, strong" “Fascinating, cannot wait to hear her screams underneath me.” remarked Beta Ashar, excited to tame a royal.

She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️

She knew they were already planning how to deny the truth. They were her enemies. They were her salvation. She was Feral on the Ice, and now, she was Bound. Kael was heading toward the locker rooms, a dangerous look of fear and resolution on his face. Would he confront the Council, or try to run from his fate?

"But then, not at noon. Get everything ready. It's time I say hello to my brother." "Yeah… everything is ready, but not Rain," Viola whispered with a little hesitation. "Alpha Caelan, the crown prince has been behaving weird since your wolf marked him… and since his wolf has always been dormant…" She paused. "We believe your mark promoted his wolf, and now he has taken over. So thank you for bringing him back alive… and great job for turning him feral." Everyone rolled their eyes at Attam, but he did have a great sense of humor, one that wouldn't be appreciated if we returned to Silverreach with a feral crown prince.

She looked up and saw the Feral King standing over her, his hand raised to strike again. ​"Kaelen!" she screamed, not at the monster, but at the man trapped inside. "Kaelen, look at me! Remember the infirmary! Remember the scent of the lilies! You told me I tasted like fire! Use that fire, Kaelen! Burn him out!" ​The Feral King’s hand froze mid-air. ​A tremor ran through the King’s body. The purple runes on his skin began to pulse violently, turning from violet to a searing, brilliant silver.

I was nervous that dad might be able to read my mind but if I don't make a plan then I am as good as dead the moment I step outside. I tried to get some sleep as I waited for midnight to come. My heart finally calmed down as I drifted off to a deep slumber. The scene that was in front of me changed. Gone was the boy who always wailed. There was a man sitting on the throne and he was staring straight into my eyes. My heart pounded. He was beautiful. His eyes are as red as blood, it was glowing. "Our prince is now crowned as our Lycan king. I present to all of you, the Lycan King Endrée Zion Calder. All hail to the Lycan king!" the man who crowned him proclaimed delightfully. The crowd cheered

I felt a sharp burn of anger, remembering how he had looked at me and made hateful comments at me earlier inside the hall. Anger wasn't the only feeling, curiosity filled my heart, I wanted to know about this man. Something electric and hot slid under my skin, a feeling that I refuse to accept and will not name for fear of jinxing it. “You are bold” I said with low tone, “I'm just honest” Ethan said tilting his head over to my face. “Maybe honest to a fault” “I doubt that” “You do realize that you are talking to the Crown prince of Valderra”

Another voice, deeper and commanding, cut through the morning air like a blade. My heart hammered against my ribs as I slowly lifted my gaze. Crown Prince Kael Ironfang stood before me, every inch the future king. His midnight-black hair caught the sunlight, and those piercing gray eyes seemed to see straight through my carefully constructed mask. The scar across his left temple only made him more terrifying. "So this is what the Crescent Moon Pack considers a worthy tribute." His voice held no warmth, only cold assessment. "She looks half-starved." "My Prince, she is untouched and trained in all the proper ways," the escort stammered. "She will serve your needs well."

The crown prince's fists curled until his knuckles went white. He went closer to her. Jucel stirred, slowly opening her eyes. She immediately caught Ciaran's emerald gaze and smiled amidst the pain. "So, you're the Crown Prince," she weakly stated. She bowed her head slightly. "It's an honor to finally see the Særi ust Trūx. Though this is not what I expect it to be," she added before glancing at Jared who raised an eyebrow at her. "Ciaran!" an angry voice shouted from the entrance of the dungeon.

He was smirking. Then he stepped back and melted into the shadows behind the dais. What the hell? "You bastard!" I yelled into the cavernous space, my voice bouncing off the stone walls. I didn't care anymore. Didn't care who heard. "All hail the Grand Prince!" a voice boomed from everywhere at once. "Crowned Imperial Ruler of Blackfang... Prince Soren!" The room erupted. The roar that followed was deafening, primal, like a pack of wolves celebrating a kill. The floor trembled beneath my feet.