Her Secret Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

The man asks, looking at me with obvious approval in his eyes. My face flames, a sudden shyness overtaking me. “And she has a breathtaking smile too. I’m sure you’ve heard about me but I can’t see such a mystical creation and not introduce myself, I am Prince Zanders, the second lycan prince. It is great to make your acquaintance.” My breath catches in my throat. I can’t believe this! The lycan prince is introducing himself to me, and he just called me pretty! “Please, put me out of my misery and tell me your name so I can have a name to the face I know I’ll be dreaming about for the rest of the year.” his tone is light, the smile still etched on his face.

“In the year 1108, Prince Aldo de Gilgamesh, the heir to the Lycan throne, discovered his mate, Lyanna Caramelo. He saw her by the river, filling a jar with water. At that very moment, he knew she was the mate bestowed upon him by the moon goddess. That night, the Lycan prince marked her as his own and made a promise to return to Lycaon to marry her.” “However, the news reached the ears of Prince Ulric, the younger brother of the crown prince. Driven by a desire for revenge and the crown itself, he kidnaps Lyanna and took her away. Despite Prince Aldo managing to capture the rebellious prince, Ulric ended his own life before revealing to his brother that Lyanna had perished. This devastated

“Start speaking, or you’ll scream in pain.” She flinched, shrinking back against the wall. “I’ll talk, I will I promise” she whispered, her tears filling her eyes while her voice became shaky. “Just… please.” I tilted my head slightly, considering her. She was afraid—rightfully so. I wasn’t like the others who’d interrogated her. I was different. The Lycan Prince, a hybrid. Stronger than her in every way that mattered. She couldn’t defy me, and she knew it. She could have stood a chance against the others, but I have magical powers running through my veins as well, and despite growing up not knowing a foven, I can wield as much powers as coven witches and maybe even more.

Isaac – or, Prince Thorne – was the rumored Lycan Prince. “Oh, god.” I swallowed thickly, looking down at my own stomach. I was pregnant with the Lycan Prince’s baby? “Oh, nothing too crazy.” Isaac hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk, “I just came here to find the mother of my pup, but from the looks of it, it seems like she’s in the middle of some drama which… I can’t imagine is good for our baby. So why don’t we all just take a breath and talk this out?”

she hissed as she spoke to me, venom dripping with each word. Then her fingers clamped hard on my face, her nails dug deep into my jaw as she dragged me close enough to see her annoying brown gleaming eyes. “Listen up you little brat.. You might have gotten married to the great Prince Alaric of the bloody lycans..” she whispered, her voice silky and laced with every kind of lethal poison one could find in a witches lair, “..the heir to the kingdom of BloodHowl. But don’t let the crown fool you, girl. That position as his wife doesn’t guarantee you anything incase you don’t know. The peace treaty still hangs by a tiny thread that could snap at any given second until you conceive an heir. A ch

“I’m convinced Socrates was just bored and liked annoying people.” She laughs. “Well, speaking of people who enjoy annoying others…” I give her a sideways look, brows raised. “Guess who everyone’s been talking about?” she says, wiggling her eyebrows dramatically. “Not this again…” “Us! Well, specifically you and Adrian.” She leans in like she’s sharing a secret. “Word is, the Lycan prince’s little school crush has people whispering.” I groan. “Oh great. That’s exactly what I needed. Attention.”

Sienna’s POV “Prince Alaric killed my parents?” I asked in shock, having trouble comprehending the words. It can’t be true. “I’m sorry to drop such news on you,” the Lycan King said with the shake of his head. “But it’s time you know.” Is he really sorry? He sure doesn’t seem it. “He’s - alive?” I managed to choke out. To the King, this huge secret seemed like it was nothing notable. “Alaric has been alive all this time, in hiding, and is now considered an enemy of the kingdom,” the King said with a chill.

The room holds its breath. In his hand, he carries a slim folder. He walks straight to me and, without hesitation, takes my hand in his. The crowd watches in stunned silence as he lifts it, revealing the silver ring glittering on my finger. “My name is Lucian Varyn,” he says, voice cold and precise. “Second Prince of the Lycan Court. And this woman... Selene Caelum... is my wife.” The room gasps in collective disbelief. “Prince Lucian?”

She had left a parting gift. I swallowed the bile in my throat, my hazel eyes turning to absolute flint as I watched the skyscrapers of the human city grow closer on the horizon. I was alone, wolfless, and cast aside by the most powerful man alive but I wasn't empty. Deep within my womb, a tiny, royal Lycan heartbeat was already beginning to pulse. I was carrying his heir and he would never know.

It was a curse that had no cure. Soon, he stopped moving against the shackles, and his knees fell on the floor. His eyes drifted shut as he felt the burning sensation, which had been surging through his veins, finally begin to fade away. "I frightened her," he thought, the words echoing in the sudden silence of his mind. That woman calls him Kael. She didn’t recognize who he really is—and for now, he has no intention of telling her. For the first time, Adam Scott, the second Lycan prince, unbothered and untouchable, yet here he was, feeling a flicker of insecurity he couldn't just push away.