How To Catch A Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives." I looked at the pillars, then heard the rogues snap a branch just a few yards behind me. I could smell their rot. I didn't have a choice. "I'd rather be killed by a Prince than eaten by a rogue," I whispered. With the last bit of my strength, I lunged forward. My hands hit the dirt on the other side of the line. The air changed instantly. It didn't just get cold, it felt heavy, like I had stepped into a room filled with lead. The ground beneath me seemed to hum with a dark, ancient power. This was the land of a Lycan, and it didn't want me here.

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.

He was not only the star athlete and most popular guy in school, but he was also one out of three Lycans who attended this school. Kierian was none other than the Lycan Prince and someone I had harbored a crush on since we were kids, except he didn’t remember me. Right now, it was a good thing, because I didn’t want him to look at me with pity. When he learned about what happened to my family. Those intense ice-blue eyes were the last ones that I wanted to look at me with pity in them.

So this must be… “Gotcha!” he exclaims at a small figure who was hiding behind a bush. “Aaaa!” A blonde girl falls out of the bush and lands on her bum. She is startled that he caught her so easily! The girl is around six years old with shiny golden hair which is almost as bright as the sun. Her doe-like amber eyes are full of shock and she pouts at her friend. “This is not fair!” she protests. “I was supposed to scare you!” “You cannot beat a Lycan Prince!” Alexei boasts. The girl only glares at him, feeling irritated. She tries to scare him everyday but he always catches her.

Alvin mind linked me. I looked at him and sighed. If not for my people, I would have let these people have a taste of my rage. I'll definitely decorate this parking lot with their bodies. At the end, I put down my pride and followed them. Alvin, Ethan and my guards followed me. I was led to the Prince's room. "I had thought you wouldn't come so I can have the joy of ripping your big head off," he said, pouring himself a glass of wine. I know that wine. It's the lycan's wine. This wine will knock out a normal wolf within seconds with just a glass. That was one of the things the lycan King used in knowing that I'm truly lycan.

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.”