Lost Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

Riya saw someone at the back poke her head out and Riya saw with gratitude that it was Isolde her roommate and she had an empty seat beside her which she was gesturing to, Riya walked to her and sank into the seat. "What happened to you?" Isolde whispered. "I will tell you later." Riya whispered back. “Now that we are all here I would like to formally welcome all twenty of you to the palace of the North Lycan Kingdom on behalf of the Lycan prince and congratulate you for this once in a lifetime opportunity...”

"Go! I signaled my pilot to fly the girl and the medical team away, and I remained behind to deal with the soldiers. I had already mindlinked my beta and asked him to send the military force in case a war were to begin. I am a Lycan. I am the strongest of all, so killing all those men singlehandedly was a piece of cake for me, but still, I chose to involve my military. I knew sending back the corpses of his men would only humiliate him more because he would be left wondering why his a hundred and something men were defeated by a single person. "What brought you to my kingdom?" I asked as more of the troop trooped closer to me.

I didn’t even just classify them as enemies, but rather as rivals. The Lycan Pack, led by our father’s rival, the Lycan King Larry. “Kylie was the Lycan King’s daughter,” Mila said, confirming my thoughts correctly. “And she shouldn’t find out about that, Alpha.”

I said a little but too much. I stood by the door , my gaze fixed on the ethereal beauty that was the Lycan Princess. Her long, beautiful wet hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of strength and vulnerability. She reminds me of the passions kids share the last time we went diving in the middle of the night. Annabelle was more than just a princess; she is a Lycan which is rare to come by, the protector of our kind, blessed with extraordinary powers. And yet, she remained unaware of her true potential.

“And that is the greatest regret of my life.” Neither of them had wanted to hide their daughter. But eighteen years ago, they had been given no choice. The royal seer had spoken only one prophecy before sacrificing her own life to protect the infant princess. “The White Lycan must sleep among wolves until the eighteenth moon, or darkness will claim the throne forever.” So they had let her go. Trusting fate. Praying every day she had survived. Now… The bond pulsed stronger than ever. Their daughter lived. And soon…

The second I saw her, I knew she was mine, but I also understood that I could never claim her. Peter is like a brother to me, or at least I feel that way, since his parents were gracious enough to raise me as their own. I have great affection for Queen Charlotte, as she supported me, without letting me fall, in the darkest moments, when I lost my parents. That’s why I can’t accept her. How could I do it? Peter is the Lycan king of the south and I’m just his beta. Emma herself is the damned lost princess of the northern throne... Why are the goddesses so cruel? Have I been that bad person in my past lives?

“She's the Lycan Princess they lost years ago.” Corbin nodded once again. “Sofia. Daughter of the Lycan King and his late wife. The girl whom those Noble Lycan families had tried to kill several times, yet she survived. I mean... I don't have any proof against the Noble Lycan families, but that's what my spies in the Lycan Kingdom gathered. There are talks of some prophecy about a white Lycan rising at their need, and the Noble families are afraid of it.”

she said sarcastically. I groaned as I put my hand on her back. “Behave, Lycan Princess. We need to make it through the night.” “If you call me princess again, you will get blue balls like Zack.” I chortled. “These are your balls, too, baby.”

It’s like runes, only they are glowing around his hand and arm in a golden colour. ‘I have no idea what it is either.’ He replies to my unanswered question. I’m about to answer him when someone rises from their seat and clears their throat. “Before the king accepts his chosen, I fear that a grave mistake has been made… The Lycan Princess is the niece of the Deimos Prince… an enemy of Helios. Are you certain by taking someone who is a descendant of the Deimos line that you will not make our God turn away from us?” she asks quietly, raising an eyebrow as she looks around the hall.

Lydia accused. “Really?” I was shocked. “Come… We have so many things to catch up on.” Lydia pulled me upstairs, escaping the men. “Your room looks like that of a sixteen-year-old, Alicia. You are a woman and not a freaking teenager.” Alicia scoffed, and I shook my head. “There's nothing wrong with my room, Lydia.” I chuckled, and she rolled her eyes. “You on the other needs to change your look. You are the princess of the Lycan kingdom.” I rolled my eyes.