How To Catch A Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

"Do not cry, princess. Let me tell you something. We Lycans do not get our beast until we are eighteen. We do not shift until our twenty-first birthday. A female Lycan will not shift at all until she is marked by her mate." I blinked up at him, my mind spinning. "What?" "There is nothing wrong with you," he whispered against my lips. "Your wolf was just waiting for me. Go look at your reflection in the water, princess." My legs felt like water as I stood up. I dragged my feet across the grass, heading to the edge of the stone fountain. The prince stood up behind me, nodding toward the dark pool. I took a deep, shaky breath, waiting for the ugly truth. I leaned over the stone lip and looked d

Perez says, his eyes syudying me closely as if what he just said made any sense to me. I blink once. Twice. "What?" He seems not to understand that I do not 'understand' him, so he presses on. "You must have been really shocked right? I wonder why a moon mad Lycan like him isn't put in the Lykae Asylum." Issy starts to cough, "oh-oh sh-it." "What?" I ask again. Dumbly. "You dont know? The second Prince of Lycania is moon mad, that's why he attacked us that night. Apparently he is triggered by dim lit rooms.

I had this soldier back in the days, when I was in the Royal army, there are many things you have to go through to be fully braided as a Lycan prince. We had this comrade, he was mated to his Lycan. I had never really seen someone go crazy before. But I think I had seen it. At first, he had felt the loss of their bond even before he saw her dead body. She had been attacked by a dominating and opposing pack during the time.

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 had to not only play this safe but ensure we both leave here safely. “You’re telling me this for a reason aren’t you.” “you’re a smart man Lycan Prince” “You know me?” “know your enemies better than yourself” I smiled, “Is that what you call stalking now?” “No. Stalking will mean me knowing you’ve been searching for a witch for years now, and that you didn’t shed blood to get your way here. You’re afraid she won’t forgive you.” My eyes narrowed, “What do you want?” “You put her in this, I want you to get her out.” “How?”

I stopped in my tracks, demanding, "He's the Lycan Prince. How could he be in a cave?" "I heard my master say that Kral shifted into his wolf form and fought Albert to save you. To save you, he even fed you his blood. Because of these actions, he nearly died and didn't have the strength to shift to his human form. Alen had to take him to that cave. It's said to be the place where the first Lycan King trained. Each descendant of the Lycan King, when at their weakest, goes to that cave. It's a sanctuary for the Lycan Kings," Vivian explained. "No, I have to see Kral!" Vivian's words made me desperate.

My body shifted positions as I morphed into my Lycan wolf and with the spear in my hand, I growled, watching as the men all turned in my direction from several miles away. I lifted the spear in my hand. "Your Prince is dead! Surrender now or risk destruction!" ****** Hours later, I dipped my body into the cold brook, washing off the blood stain from my skin. Prince Aries' army had retreated and I believed they had been forced to do this from how fast they retreated. Slipping into clean clothes, I mounted my horse, closing my eyes as the morning sun hit my skin.

King Alaric approaches, his presence commanding, and the room falls silent in reverence. “Princess Aloria,” he greets me, his voice smooth like silk, yet with an underlying strength that draws me in. “It is an honor to finally meet you.” I curtsy, feeling my cheeks flush under his gaze. “The honor is mine, Your Majesty.” “Your return brings hope to our realms,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “A union between us could solidify the peace we desire. Your strength, as a Lycan princess, is exactly what we need.”

A deep menacing growl rumbled through my chest as I heaved in anger. “Sir..Prince Damon is with them at sacred stone now your majesty” He said nervously keeping his head bowed. I let out a loud roar. The glass on the table vibrated. The windows shook. I slammed my fist down on the table in anger. The table cracked and gave way to splintering. Heaving my Lycan surfaced, “RICK! Gather the best warriors and send them to the Vailed Valley - West to meet up with the battalion there. I want every warrior near or around sacred stone to join in and attack them.

Show Kane who she belongs to. Aiden’s breath came in shallow gasps as he wrestled with the storm inside him. He’d rejected Lyra, and now the pack was on the verge of being consumed by chaos. Fighting Kane was madness. Kane was a Lycan Prince - stronger, faster, more dangerous. But the wolf didn’t care about logic or survival. All it cared about was the claim. Do it, the wolf growled, its voice a seductive, dangerous whisper. Challenge him. Show her you still care. Take her back.