Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

“Jenny get her in the car she doesn’t know he’s here to get her,” Jenny grabs my arm and pulls me toward the car and I jerk my arm free. “Jenny, I'm sorry. But I can’t go with you,” Jenny frowns and her lips part as the driver steps out and walks to the rear door. “Lily, the Lycan Prince is here. He’s come to take you..” “Home,” I cut her off and her frown deepens. “Home? Did you just say home, As in his home?” She asked and I nodded.

I said sourly. "Not entirely, Val. Don't be that disappointed," Amelia chided. "Lycans are wonderful creatures, Val. Our history is far back and ancestral lineage is dynamic. So, whoever put a spellbound on you must be a very powerful Lycan. And there are only two I know who do that now." I took a step forward, closing the gap between us. "Who are they?" She looked me in the eyes and said, "One is the Lycan King."

I was about to answer when I felt a strong aura call my Lycan forward and I looked to Alari to find her eyes aglow and Sapphira on the surface. I knew she was using a small fraction of her command but everyone in the room had their head bowed, small whines escaping them. “All they say about me is true, I am who they tell you, I am Princess Alari Lyca. My parents, your King and Queen gave up their lives to save me, the future of the royal bloodline” she said in a strong voice, pulling a smile from the corner of my lips. “She's definitely who she says she is” Roman said, watching our mate in admiration.

In a world where humans are considered inferior and slaves to werewolves, Emilia, a human orphan, falls in love with Alpha Alexander, after finding out that she is his fated mate, and has been married to him for four years via contract. But her marriage to him has been kept a secret, and no one knows or acknowledges her as his wife. When Emilia finds out she's pregnant, she also discovers that Alpha Alexander has reunited with his first love and even announced their union on the news. As she asks for divorce, she finds out that she is actually the lost Lycan Princess, and her father and two brothers have been looking for her for years. What would happe

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.”

“You’re alive.” Raphael’s hand weakly reached up, resting against my cheek, his eyes widening. "Your eyes…” he whispered, his fingers grazing his own face in awe. "They’re red. You… are…” “…a Lycan,” Lance completed for him, his voice filled with wonder. “She has the gift of resurrection.” But our moment of reunion was shattered by the Overlord’s enraged roar. “You…” the Overlord snarled, his face twisted in fury. “How…?”

A year where she found herself, the true self. She learned many things about herself that she could never know if she couldn't come here. It was possible only because of one man. The Lycan King, Oliver. The car slowed to a crawl in the rain, stopping right beside a massive billboard. Her eyes moved to the billboard near the road. There was a huge picture stuck on the billboard, a woman's picture. The woman was smiling at the camera. She was hot and perfect. She was beautiful and unmatched. She was none other than the Lycan Princess, Lifaya Stone, the famous supermodel among all packs.

“Don’t stand in my way.” She smiled, a mask of tenderness layered over cruelty. “I only came to reason with you, son. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re tired, weak, fevered… and you’re about to throw away everything—your kingdom, your legacy, your people—because of a dick sucking boy.” Kael’s eyes flickered with rage. “Don’t call him ‘a boy.’ Elias is...mine.” Serena’s lips curled. “Yours? He’s a distraction. A fleeting indulgence you confuse for love because your body craves what is forbidden. You’re the crowned prince, Kael. The strongest Lycan in centuries. You don’t have the luxury of… whims.”

His steps carried him toward the grand doors, each stride a testament to his determination to restore the missing piece of his family and his realm. Few minutes after the Lycan King left the royal court, the seven princesses stood up from their seats and they walked towards one of their rooms. One of them, a beautiful slim girl with gray hair and silver eyes, gnatches her teeth together as she paces around her room. She was Nyx, the third princess of the Silverpaw Gate. She was known as a fierce warrior but since her younger brother went missing, she had felt like an arrow had passed through her heart.

Her eyes went momentarily wide on seeing the female version of her favorite twin uncles, Zayn and Zayden. Erika waved at her and smiled brightly. Little Naty smiled back and looked at the maid for help on who this woman was. "Oh, Princess Natalie, this is the Lycan princess, Erika. Sister to the Lycan twins, your favorite uncles." The maid hurriedly made the introductions and Natalie's eyes widened. "Oh my goodness, Lycan Princess?" She asked in shock and Erika nodded this time. Natalie stood up to her feet and gave a polite bow.