Lost Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

That’s how I end up having lunch with the lycan king and his guests. Turns out there’s one more special guest present at the table. It’s the lycan princess. Princess Yvette is a blonde beauty that tends to stay out of the public eye. She’s seldom ever featured in the tabloids. The only time the tabloids talk about her is when she launches a new project. Her projects usually revolve around magic. With the lycan queen being a witch hybrid, the princess holds a soft spot for female witches in the city. She’s always setting up foundations to foster their researches and whatnot.

Beneath her name, a single word was stamped in bold, stark font: DECEASED. I opened the next. Princess Marianne of the Crescent Moon Pack. A high-ranking Alpha’s daughter with deep, soulful eyes and an elegant posture. DECEASED. Elena. An Alpha's daughter from the western plains. MISSING. Victoria. A beautiful Lycan princess. MYSTERIOUSLY ILL / DECEASED. I went through them one by one. Ten profiles. Ten breathtakingly beautiful women who he had all slept with, all from prestigious bloodlines, all daughters of Alphas, kings, or powerful Lycan lords. And every single one of them was gone.

"Mommy, he is the kind man we were talking about before. The one who gave us pouches of candies." Lumiere agreed. "Mommy, he is a lycan prince!" he said excitedly. "He is the uncle of Prince Alcides and Princess Arthemice." "And the crown prince, too!" Luciana's cornflower blue eyes were glimmering in excitement. I felt like I was going to pass out when I was staring at them in silence. It seemed like I was being thrown a bucket of ice, and I needed to compose myself immediately.

In daze, I could see a glimpse of Henry struggling from the hold of a soldier as a silver knife was pointed at him. The silver sword in front of me seemed to brought shine as Kylian’s face reflected on it’s shiny blade. Kylian… Of course. “Yes! Live for him! He is still alive, remember?” Trisha shouted at me, trying to do everything to bring back my will to fight. I’m the Lycan Princess of the Kingom. I’m the heir of the throne. I was trained from the young age to be powerful and to never back down but in face of anything related to Kylian, I always found myself bowing down.

Born as a free human but she was 8 when the war broke out, she lost her family to the hands of the monsters and since then she has become a slave to these predators. As she turned 18, it was time for her destiny to prevail, just like all the other boys and girls before her. Either she'd be sold in an auction as a pet to the highest bidder and only complete psychos attend such auctions or she would be sent to the breeding camp which was a living nightmare. But never in billions of years, she thought the Lycan King will buy her for his sons who hate humans to their cores. Little did she know, the King had bought her as the most important test for both the Princes because whoever kills her firs

Octava. No. It couldn’t be. The King rose from his throne, his voice echoing through the grand chamber. “Tonight, we crown our daughter, the lost princess of the Lycan Kingdom, Octava Valen. Heir to the royal bloodline, bearer of the moonmark.” The hall erupted in applause. But I didn’t hear it. My heartbeat drowned everything out. She turned slightly then, her eyes sweeping over the crowd. For a second, a single, fleeting second, our gazes met.

Cedric's expression sharpened, his senses alert at the weight of the words just spoken. "Lycan?" he asked carefully. "There are still settlers?" The king turned his gaze toward the stars beyond the high window. His voice was grave. "It appears so. And more than that. My beloved is not merely of the wolf-kin as we once believed. She is Lycan-born. A princess of their blood." Cedric's breath caught. The significance of such a revelation was not lost on him. "Then, my king," he said solemnly, "the reckoning of the pack leaders draws near."

The girl they called Princess, not because she ruled a kingdom, not because she possessed power but because her kindness transcended time itself. And on that day... The Lycan King regained his true power but he lost his soul. He lost his heart. Lucien sat there in the snow holding Elena, unable to move and unable to believe. Because no matter how tightly he held her... She no longer answered him. And for the first time since becoming king, Lucien Noctyrr Valecrest broke completely. He simply sat there with his Luna, his queen, his first love and his only love. Still resting quietly in his arms, as though she were merely sleeping and he refused to believe that she would never open her eyes ag

“No more hiding. I want the full truth. How I was born. How you became my… nanny. Everything. Every detail.” She looked at me for a long moment before a sad smile crept onto her lips. Then she let out a soft chuckle. “You always were bold,” she said. “Alright. I’ll tell you.” She leaned forward, her voice calm and steady. “The first thing you need to understand,” she said, “is that you are a Lycan Princess. I know you’ve probably figured it out already… but it’s time you heard it from me.” I held my breath as she continued.

I bit out, and immediately regretted the harshness in my tone. The prince didn’t look at me, although I saw the stiffness in his shoulders. “It’s not like that,” he replied. “My father, the Lycan King, is turning sixty soon—which means that the succession battle will be held at his banquet. He will officially retire and my brothers and I are meant to battle for the crown.” “I hardly see what this has to do with me.” “Well maybe if you would let me finish,” Neil retorted, then cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “What I mean to say is that a Lycan prince cannot participate in the succession battle unless he has a female companion in attendance; a future queen.”