Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

A Prince and a Princess. “She didn’t specify exactly how many pups,” she whispered truthfully, still feeling dreamy as an array of thoughts whirled in her mind. “Her name is Era. She is an ancient Lycan and has been the companion of several Queens over time.” Clyde paused to process this new information.

"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."

With a small smile, he asked, “I was actually hoping that you would be our Luna, Anna. Everyone was. It seems this Lycan princess is as cruel as her beloved. They deserve each other.” So he had also heard the rumors. Somehow, I believed him, but I didn’t appreciate his nosiness. “I was never going to be the Luna. You shouldn’t say those things. You might just lose your head.” He shrugged carelessly. There was something he said that caught my attention. He mentioned that Olivia was a Lycan. How many people knew that? I asked him, “So the princess was always known for her cruelty?” “No,” he said with a thoughtful expression. “It was actually said that she was ki

I didn’t even just classify them as enemies, but rather as rivals. The Lycan Pack, led by our father’s rival, the Lycan King Larry. “Kylie was the Lycan King’s daughter,” Mila said, confirming my thoughts correctly. “And she shouldn’t find out about that, Alpha.”

No, they both were enjoying this because they were Lycans, and sadists by nature. "How funny!" She said softly as she brushed him aside. "Prince Landon is also curious to meet this women, you see. Ok, here we go," she said as she clapped her hands together. I tried to look at Landon, but he had his eyes transfixed on his mom. "Like I said, there would be 12 Lycan princesses which would try to bond with my son over a specific period. They were carefully selected so as to satisfy the royal blood. As I call their names, they would step in front of us," she said firmly.

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."

She was confidently dressed up, too tight and a bit too small. I didn't say a word. I didn't even twitch. She saw me, and her eyes started narrowing. "Oh," she stretched the word like poison. "You must be her. The princess." The way she spoke, you'd think I was some stray animal she found in the pantry. I gave her a wary smile. "Yes. Princess Elinda. Of the Royal Line of Lycans. And you are?" Her lips curled into a nasty approximation of a smile. "Lysa. Alexis's mate."

On regular days, the old lady rarely left her home. It was possible to send a maid to invite her, especially if the invitation was from the royal family. This time, the invitation was from Princess Christina of King Lycan. Speaking of Princess Christina was born as an Omega Laura with a low social status. The Omega Laura had a difficult birth and died, and Princess Christina was brought to the attention of the Queen to be nurtured. The Queen only had one Alpha male child, so she cared especially about raising Princess Christina. Furthermore, this Princess was four years older than the Alpha male.

The way the room itself seems to make sense around him. She swallows. Recognition hits like a punch to the chest. Theon. The Prince of NorthHill. The Lycan Prince. Her stomach tightens. Everyone knows about the Lycans of NorthHill. They’re more than wolves. Older. Stronger. Unforgiving. The only royal bloodline left untouched by treaty or alliance. They rule their territory without interference, without mercy. And she’s in NorthHill. His home. In his bed. Bandaged. Weak. Marked.

And now, apparently, a King's private, significant interest in her circumstances, careful enough to avoid revealing its full shape even to Elira herself. I didn't know what to make of the accumulating pattern. I only knew, turning it over during quiet moments on patrol and during meals I attended in careful, watchful silence, that whatever this eventually amounted to, it likely carried weight considerably beyond ordinary Pack politics. *** I mentioned the observation, carefully and without full detail, to Renn during an evening patrol several days after Kael's departure. "Strange, don't you think," I said, "how much personal attention the Lycan King has paid to Lady Elira's circumstances sin