Lost Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

The three of us alone will not be strong enough to keep her hidden for long. "There is a Lycan Princess," I begin. "She is a hybrid. Unable to have children of her own. What if we bound her powers and gave her to the Princess?" Cordelia scoffs loudly. "How will a Lycan keep her safe from the covens?" "I have seen it," Petra butts in. "They will love her as if she is their own. They will keep her safe and hidden." "But," Cordelia says. "There is always a but."

I have to worry about my princess's safety on top of her not wanting me. Just as I was wallowing in self-pity, feeling sorry for myself, Beany was taken. She was at the park with her human mate when they took her. She was about to end things with him to be with Darius when they grabbed her. Those sons of bitches stabbed her with a silver knife. A wound like that, made by silver, would have been fatal to werewolves. We're lucky Darius had already marked her scent and she'd already started accepting him. That means she was already turning into a lycan.

I was about three quarters of the way through the chapter when I turned the page and found the heading: “The Lycan Princess and the Throne of Ashmoore.” Lycans. The name instantly piqued my interest, given the research I had done into them recently. I sat up straighter and began to read. The account was older than the others in the chapter, and the writing reflected that. It was more formal and stilted, but I managed. A Lycan princess, the second daughter of a ruling bloodline, had died following what was officially recorded as a sudden illness. She was young, healthy, and by all accounts had shown no prior symptoms.

I stroked her head and said patiently, "Honey, studying here is not suitable for you. You are so much smarter than the kids here." She beamed and reluctantly got out of the car. But the second she saw Araceli, she opened the door and raced over to her. "Araceli! Valeria!" She shouted, waving at them happily. I frowned slightly, wondering why she liked them so much. I pulled out my phone and dialed Micah. "Daddy, what's wrong?" The call was quickly answered, and Micah's calm voice came through the receiver. Many people in the Royal Pack said that Micah was as calm and collected as I was, and he was born to become Lycan King.

“Well this is King Ezekiel and Prince Kendrick from the northern territories . Seventeen years ago the Princess was snatched as a baby and believed to be dead , Ezekiel searched and searched even Tynan helped but the Princess was never found . Their bloodline is very rare” This time Nari peeks up at my mate as she tells the story while lovingly stroking the young Princesses hair , smiling down at her she continues “The bloodline has all there Lycans with white fur and purple eyes that are only born of there bloodline” She emphasises the only . Waiting a few moments I watch as the realisation kicks in and my heart breaks for how much this beautiful young girl has had to endure . I look to my

I see her eyes change as she says that, and I open my mouth to ask if she’s okay, but I stop mid-sentence when the door opens and everyone gets to their feet, hush falling over the room. My head snaps to the entrance as I do the same, and there she is, standing tall and regal, the first queen of Lycaon. I feel my heartbeat change as I stare in awe at the woman who became the first human queen to rule powerful Lycans. I watch as she moves through the crowd after telling everyone to sit, and I feel my chest swell in admiration.

Most days, she survives on scraps Felisha sneaks her when no one’s looking. As she scrubs the pot, she drifts back to the pitiful state she and her mate are in. Despite being the Alpha’s mate, she’s an outcast, forced to work for scraps and scorned by everyone in the pack. She used to pray every night for the Moon Goddess to find a way to set her free. Only to be mated to the Lycan Prince—another prisoner, just as broken as she is, too weak to save himself, let alone help her escape the Alpha who wants him dead.

"Why'd you bring a stranger here?" "Oh, come off it,” one of the drunk men said. “It's not like this place is the Ritz." The newcomer's frown deepened. He used a pocket knife to carve sticks for roasting marshmallows, “Do you have any idea of the Lycan king's daughter named Ashanti?" At first, he seemed annoyed by the question but saw how eager I was for him to speak. “Ashanti is King King Omri's daughter. She's been missing for years now. The girl ran away from her wedding."

“No, listen to me. Lycans do not get their wolves at 18, but usually 1-2 years later. You… you are the lost Lycan princess. It’s why you never shifted.” Her brow furrows, and I can see the wheels turning in her mind. “But… I’m not special. I’m just Dust. No one expects anything from me. I’ve always wanted to blend in, to be invisible.” I reach out, cupping her cheek in my hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palm. “You are special, Dust. You’re more than what you’ve been told. You’re a part of something greater than yourself. I already have Kellan looking into the stories about the lost princess of the Lycans. I won’t let anyone doubt you again. Not

Tightening his hold, he swore that he would allow nothing to get to her before carefully sliding away from her. Today was Friday, the day he and Jackson had an appointment with the Council to ask about the prophecy of the White Lycan as well as the princess. Travis had already reported back that no testing was needed to determine if Marcia was, in fact, the lost lycan princess. He learned that once they turn, a lycan develops its scent, which can be used to identify the family line.