How To Catch A Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

At the tips of the hairs on his body, there is an alluring red color. Cia smiled, especially when the lycan approached her with hungry eyes. With one flick of their hand in the air, all the lycans suddenly fell, except for Zeno. The two of them ran closer, closer, and closer, until Cia kicked her opponent hard. A loud crash was heard. The lycan got up and howled for a moment. Then, he again dashed towards Cia with his shiny claws. The nails are full of poison. Cia doesn't have the slightest fear, of course, she's a goddess.

“You’re alive.” Raphael’s hand weakly reached up, resting against my cheek, his eyes widening. "Your eyes…” he whispered, his fingers grazing his own face in awe. "They’re red. You… are…” “…a Lycan,” Lance completed for him, his voice filled with wonder. “She has the gift of resurrection.” But our moment of reunion was shattered by the Overlord’s enraged roar. “You…” the Overlord snarled, his face twisted in fury. “How…?”

His eyes glowed a blinding, molten gold, and his voice sounded like grinding stones from deep within his chest. He took a slow, intentional step forward. "Who said you could touch her?" Hector didn't even try to explain. Panic seized him, and he turned to run toward the back exit. Getting on the bad side of a Lycan Prince was suicide; they had assumed the rumors of the twins caring for the stray were exaggerated, but looking at the monster in front of them, he knew they were dead wrong. Aiden let out a roar so loud it shook the dust from the high ceiling rafters, the sound tearing through the gym.

As the Lycan prince, there was a lot of responsibility on my shoulders to make sure everything was perfect. I entered my room and immediately headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I couldn't help but think about Veronica as the water cascaded over my body. Last night had been intense, and I couldn't get her out of my mind. After the shower, I dried off and went to my closet to pick out an outfit for the festival. I picked out my traditional Lycan attire; a black leather jacket, matching pants, and boots. The jacket had intricate patterns of wolves etched onto it, representing our strong Lycan bond.

My jaws opened as though to bite his flesh, but instead I gripped the crushing weight of my jaws straight onto his fat throat, and I was the absolute apex of her dominance, universally. The energy caused us both to plow into the dirt. I lifted him up onto the forest floor, heavy front paws on his chest, glowing silver eyes staring down into his acidic green eyes. All was silent again in the clearing. The other four Lycans were stunned and completely immobilized by the sight of their deadliest warrior pinned to the ground with ease by their legendary Princess.

Nathan demanded, arms crossed. “Where’s uncle?” Jaden added. I sighed. “He had an emergency so he had to leave first. But let's talk about the trouble your sister is in.” That was enough to make Jaden’s fists tighten. “Did someone hurt her?” I glanced between the two of them. “Sit down.” They hesitated but eventually sat. I knew they wouldn’t like what I was about to say, but they needed to hear it. “The Lycan prince,” I began slowly, watching their expressions darken, “is looking for a girl. A girl with a white wolf tattoo on her thigh.”

I took my hands to her boobs immediately and squeezed it tight. She wanted to stop me, but my hands were already clamped too tight on her. "That's against the rule..." She said. "I don't play by the rules. I'm the Lycan Prince." I said. Half being from the influence of the shots and the other half, my pride taking a hold of me. The next minute, I took my other hands down her pussy and began to finger her. She tried hard to stop, but I was already there. My hands were already in her pussy and nothing could be done about it.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself despite the fear coursing through my veins. His red eyes were still fixed on me, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and curiosity about this mysterious prince. "Reject the engagement," he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding. "Why should I?" I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. "Why should I do what you say?" A sinister smile spread across his face, revealing his sharp fangs. "Because I am the next lycan king, and what I say goes. You don't have a choice."

"I will not allow you to hurt her anymore." "You dare!" Evander bellows, inexplicably enraged. He lets go of my arm, then throws his head back to snarl out a battle cry. He drops down on all fours, immediately shifting to his wolf. His nails dig into the wooden planks as he prepares himself to pounce. The prince shifts as well, and in his Lycan form he remains on two legs while his hands grow into razor-sharp claws. He shoves me aside, probably much harder than he intended, and I fall off the edge of the platform and onto the hard ground.

His impassive expression intensified my worry. I stood up in front while he wore his eyeglasses and started asking me questions.”Now, Lady Carrie. Can you tell me how Silverfang was founded?” I swallowed my saliva before starting to narrate the pack’s history. “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.”