Her Secret Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

“We don’t have to hide like this!” “No matter who’s out there, we can’t take that risk. Stay hidden here and don’t make a sound.” I start to pull away from her, venturing towards the exit. Princess Sylvia reaches out and grabs my hand. “I command you by my royal title as the Lycan Princess: don’t use yourself as bait! Don’t leave me here!”

Olivia noticed my anxious expression and finally calmed down, lowering her voice. "That girl is from the royal family? Are you suspecting Louis—" "No, not Louis, but Prince Liam." I leaned in close to Olivia's side, speaking almost in a whisper. "I've seen a portrait of Prince Liam, and his facial expression is at least seven or eight points similar to Kitty's! And, almost all the werewolves in the Black Mountain pack have black hair and green eyes, right? But Kitty has golden curly hair and deep blue eyes..." "Maybe she inherited her mother's eyes?"

there he goes again with stupid questions. “That is because the prince saw me, and I am a Lycan, or I can shift like one. That was why they wanted to take me away from here. Kane killed them to protect me, and the prince kidnapped me to avenge his parents.” She paused looking at a now stupid looking Alex. “He mutilated me just to prove a point and we are going to kill him to prove ours.” Alex ran his hand on his hair then I saw anger in his eyes. What is the moron planning now?

She looked me in the eyes and said, "One is the Lycan King." Of course. "The King masking his daughter's powers and making her disappear only to find her himself years later?" "I know, it sounds forbidden and unlikely." "And who is the other person?" "The black sheep of their family," Amelia said. "His brother. Rufus James."

The stronger one. For a moment, the link went quiet. Then, her voice returned, softer but resolute. ‘I’ll come to you. But Zela, understand this, masking your scent now isn’t foolproof. He’s already caught it. Lycans are relentless. And the Prince is no ordinary Lycan. He’s directly tied to the Moon Goddess, Zela. You’re playing a dangerous game.’ ‘I’ll take my chances,’ I replied, forcing a confidence I didn’t truly feel. ‘Just hurry, Lilias. Please.’

I turned back in shock to find someone watching me from the shadows of the trees. "Reveal yourself." I ordered. "You're even hard down there." There was a giggle, "Get yourself a whore man." I could tell from the voice that it was a woman. "Fucking reveal yourself now!" My voice louder than I intended. Thankfully Lupe was gone. There was a small twig as something whipped through the wind and the sound of feets hitting the ground reached my ears. "Sebastian, first son of the late Lycan King and supposed ruler of the Lycanthropy." The girl said as she stepped into the light.

"This is… strange." "Oh, congratulations. You noticed." Aries tilts his head. "What exactly do you find strange? The fact that she has a wolf? Or the fact that she’s drowning under all this, and you’ve done nothing to help?" Caspian exhales sharply, hands balling into fists. "It’s not that simple." "It is." Aries crosses his arms. "You’re the Prince. The future leader of the Lycans and the wolves. You know more about this than she does."

Goddess knows that if he had not been an elder of the council, he would be unrecognizable by now. “Your Majesty,” Elder Collins began. “Tracy is not just my niece but she is a strong and fit Lycan, a perfect match for the crown prince. Besides, everyone knows they've been together before now. The Prince has the right to decide to still keep his mate as..’

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

I wanted her to remember every second, every touch, every moment she'd looked at me like I wasn't a monster. "I can't," I said back in his head. "What do you mean you can't, I just saw you do it." He said unconvinced. Before I could give a reply I heard her say from behind us near the bed. "Are you both plotting to kill me because I discovered the Lycan Prince's secret?" She stood up looking more firm than the person who had been writhing under me not too long ago, her dress slightly wrinkled but her posture defiant.