How To Catch A Lycan Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

I grabbed his upper arm and tossed him to the ground as he used his speed to twist out of my grip, punching me across the cheek which sent me flying into the distance. Using my speed, I got out my claws and dug them into the ground while skidding to a slow crawl as I got to my feet and noticed my trousers had torn from the knee I had also dug into the ground to slow my pace. The Lycan Prince wasn’t done as he zipped into me like a falling star, but I was ready for him. Just as he reached me, I sidestepped out of his way and punched him in the gut, stopping his momentum before grabbing his neck and slamming him into the ground, shattering the ground and shaking the field around us with a loud

We’d been caught? But his next words caused me to freeze on the spot. “I followed you. But you run fast. Your father,” Beta Luca panted heavily, “he’s been,” He paused briefly, his voice laced with urgency, “captured by the Lycans!” “What?!” I asked, shocked. The Lycan Prince was at the packhouse? We knew they were coming but we hadn’t expected them today. That meant I only narrowly missed them, but a mere couple of hours.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One Alexander’s POV "We ventured deep into the treacherous woods, father," the Prince began, his voice steady. "Under the moon's luminous embrace, our pack united, strong and relentless. With courage in our hearts, we faced the dreaded vampire horde." He continued, detailing the fierce battles and the hardships they endured during their quest to defeat the vampire menace. Each word painted a vivid picture of the clashes between the Lycans and the vampires, describing the Lycans' valor and the relentless nature of the vampire queen's forces.

So each time there's a Lycan shift in the kingdom, they are burnt to death with magic or if they are lucky enough, they are dumped near the forest of doom. The brutality against Lycans is what I want to stop. No pup deserves being shunned just because his beast doesn't stand on four paws or looks like a giant dog. "You're getting rather close to the Princess. Are you sure you can kill her father?" Marcus remarks, bringing me back to the present. I frown at his words and shoot him a glare. "Why wouldn't I kill him? It has always been the plan." I catch Lyson coming from the other side of the forest that leads to the forest of doom, shirtless. Was he out there training on his own?

"Do that, and when this is over, I'll let you walk away. Free." She stared at me. Then she nodded. Smart girl. ... LILLIAN I stood on the far side of the room with my back pressed against the stone wall and tried to remember how to breathe. The Prince was awake. The Lycan Prince — the one they said had killed a duke's daughter with a wave of his hand, the one whose inner wolf broke bones for sport — was conscious, alert, and watching me with the same cold calculation a wolf gives a rabbit before deciding whether to chase.

Her head spits open and the air fills with the scent of pure death. Dexter lets out a short, surprised bark of laughter. "Told you, Princess," he says, folding his arms across his chest and shaking his head in disbelief. "Our prince is very difficult to kill." My focus, however, is entirely on Noah. He rubs his hand over his jaw, then flicks his wrist, wiping something dark and wet onto his trousers. Lycans do not use silver; they don’t need it. But their bite is pure venom to almost any creature, and judging by the blood around her throat, that's exactly what he did.

“Jenny get her in the car she doesn’t know he’s here to get her,” Jenny grabs my arm and pulls me toward the car and I jerk my arm free. “Jenny, I'm sorry. But I can’t go with you,” Jenny frowns and her lips part as the driver steps out and walks to the rear door. “Lily, the Lycan Prince is here. He’s come to take you..” “Home,” I cut her off and her frown deepens. “Home? Did you just say home, As in his home?” She asked and I nodded.

He folds his arms, watching Stephen closely. “Well, it’s just…” Stephen stammers, scratching the back of his head. “We’re talking about a Lycan prince here—a blood-hungry one, freshly escaped. His first instinct would be to hunt, regain his strength. Isn’t it strange? He leaves a trace, but there’s no attack, no wounded, no… chaos.” Marco clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re saying he could’ve just… wandered through? No harm, no confrontation?” He shakes his head, unconvinced. “That doesn’t sound like Lowell.”

"I will not rest until she is back in our pack where she belongs." Caleb speaks up, "Father, I suggest we send our best warriors to track her down and bring her back." The council members nod in agreement, murmurs of assent filling the room. Alpha Zain leans back in his chair, deep in thought. "Very well. We will send out our best warriors. But we need to be careful. The Lycans are powerful, and it won't be easy penetrating their pack.” Caleb nods, "On second thoughts, we should also be sure the vampires are not setting us up."

Given that Donbule was the coven of witches just anyone couldn't enter. When I got to the river I had to continue my journey alone. The river goddess appeared like that of the East pack and instructed me to wash myself in the river seven times. The seventh time the river made a way for me and I passed. KILLIAN'S POV I have traveled for Six hours now and still, there was no sign of Valeria or her uncle. If I had known I would have questioned him about where he resides. The only clue he gave me then was that Valeria was the Lycan princess.