Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

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

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

Next, I would take out the Council, and then make slaves of those mutts. “Where is the girl Marks?” I growled. I wanted to know where the Lycan Princess was, she was the only way we could bring peace to us. “She’s with the mutts.” Detective Marks growled. “I’ve been waiting for her to come home, but it seems Oliver and his pack are protecting her.” “I don’t think it’s the mutts,” I said pacing around. “I think the Lycans have her, I have a source that told me a meeting was held and she was given over to them.”

The oldest elder whispered the words no one had spoken in generations. “The Lycans…” ⸻ Deep within the Crystal Palace, every Lycan dropped to one knee. The Royal Guard bowed their heads. The servants wept openly. The silver pillar had appeared directly above the palace. The ancient Beacon. It had remained dormant for eighteen years. Now it burned brightly once more. The Lycan Queen covered her mouth as tears streamed down her face. “Our daughter…” The Royal Oracle smiled. “The White Lycan has answered the kingdom.” “But she isn’t here.”

She was now Marcia, soon to be Luna of the Blue Moon Pack, lycan princess, and the white lycan. As she stared, she felt Athena in her mind. She was not speaking, but she was pushing forward to see out of their eyes and comfort her confused human, which caused her eyes to begin shifting color in the mirror. It reminded her that she did not need to face these changes alone; she would never be alone again.

' I cried inwardly. "Prince Christian would select the princess I choose for him," Queen Athena said as she stirred her son to face the guests. "12 beautiful princesses with Lycan blood running through their veins would be ushered into my palace, and they would compete for my son’s heart. There is no-one better than a Lycan princess, and my son understands the fact. "

Jade couldn't come to terms with the fact that Joan would believe in such absurd things. Lycaon, one among the three Lycans namely Lycus, Lycaon and Lyall, said to be created by the Moon Goddess herself. All were said to be mighty and equally strong in terms of power. Over the course of time he had become more greedy for power he wanted to be more powerful than Lycus and Lyall, which led to mass destruction of various kingdoms. Learning about the existence of witches and their powers Lycaon attacked a human village where witches had been in the hiding for years, he had kidnapped a young witch in practice, Lydia also known as the noble one, Lydia though gentle and kind, but she didn't bend to

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

If I can survive in here, how can I survive out there? I am pathetic, weak, and have no backbone. That’s why I am the prey. That’s why I am dying on the forest floor, slowly losing consciousness. I am going to be eaten alive in here. Am I that spinless to let it happen? Is this what my bloodline has succumbed to? Do I even deserve to be called the princess of the lycans if all I am doing is lying on the ground, waiting to die? Where is the strength? Where is the will to fight and show them who exactly they are messing with?

They were walking and most of the Lycans began to smell the witch strongly and were looking at her with great hatred and wished to kill her or burn her alive so that they would recover from her and the witches, but no one could move or do anything because it was the orders of the witches. They reached the podium and Ka Ayden was sitting here and watched them approaching him. Ayden stood from his place and said with a wide and sarcastic smile at the same time as he looked at the witch, but directed his talk to Adrian: I asked you to die any magician from the kingdom of wizards, but you what did you do! You brought someone from the witches' royal family? Well done Adrian, you always surprise m