Lycan Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But… how did you know it was mine?” Lea shared a quick glance with Marcus, and he nodded, encouraging her to continue. “The moment I saw it, I knew you weren’t just any Lycan. This necklace…” She gestured to it, her expression soft but serious. “It’s not just an ornament. It’s an heirloom. A symbol of your family’s legacy.” Marcus took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the necklace in my hand. “Your mother, Princess Anita, was the daughter of King Artemis—the true Lycan King.”

Why couldn't we just be together? A tear escaped my eye as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. What would people say in the pack? That I was a young lady with bad luck, unfortunate and unlucky in love. I shook my head, refusing to accept that. I was Lyra, the princess of the Ravenclaw pack, the daughter of Alpha Redwyn ,and the Luna of Prince Caius and I would not be defeated.

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.

This was Lana, the General of the guards and the strongest warrior in the Lycan pack. "So, the little princess decided to leave her golden cage," Lana said, her voice dripping with scorn. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning her weight on one foot as she stared into my emerald eyes. "I was wondering when you would come down here to look at the common people." "I was just taking a walk," I said, keeping my voice steady and calm. "I didn't realize the courtyard was off-limits."

Perhaps this was the girl Maxwell was going to marry if he didn't find me. As they finally descended down the stairs , the courier announced again that the Lycan King himself was finally here, even though I felt it. I couldn't let the Princess slip out my mind easily. My wolve was angry, and it needed blood now, but I tried to let the thought of them together of my mind. He gracefully walked down the stairs, his beautiful stern face showing no emotions. His eyes only showed determination as if he would let nothing get in his way. We all bowed down as the trumpets busted again for their king. He descended down and stood with the Prince and Princess of Romanica. Was this some sort of joke?

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.

The lycan king explained. "What do you mean?" Brian asked. But the lycan king had gone quiet again, leaving Istra to continue. "What better way to kill their enemy if not to use his mate who's the second most powerful and strongest hybrid princess of our time?" That left everyone stunned and speechless, including Xylia herself.

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.

She had been told of silvers horrors. The lady smirked, “I am Princess Lena of Craitan. If you are married to Scott. I don’t think you’d want to see what I’d be doing with him”. She swirled her sword and pointed it at Lydia, “Leave now. With the little girl, or she’d die”. Lydia was speechless. A Princess of Craitan? What did she want with Scott? She peered at the little girl who was no longer breathing. “I can’t take her to help in time. Only Walt can” she stepped towards the lady, “So you have to let him go”.

“Lydia, this would change everything. Everything. We have to – we can’t have even a shadow of a doubt.” “I know,” Lydia said, looking deadly serious. “Trust me when I say that I’ve cross-checked every single scrap of information I can find about her. Everything checks out. She’s exactly the right age, and everything about her temperament and life in the human world lines up with the character you’d expect of a princess. Straight-A student, star athlete, student body president. Apparently she’s been with her human foster family most of her life, and they all seem close.” “If she’s the Lycan Princess, how did she end up out there?”