Marked By The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

Renee can’t bring herself to say it. “ Mate Mark. ” I utter and the world slows down for a while. “ Who was it? Did you find your mate? ” She steps away from me cautiously. Deep grey eyes keep revolving in my mind. The indifference, the amusement, and the strange glint. My heartbeat escalates until I can’t breathe anymore. No way. A Princess marked by a man she doesn’t even know…That sounds just…Impossible. This man is from the South, an enemy and he is a Lycan which means he is closely related to the man I am promised to. That’s just oil to the fire.

The happiness I felt was almost overwhelming. "That will be memorable! Did you know that only the fated mate of the Lycan King can mark him? If anyone other than his fated mate tries, it won’t work. However, he can mark a chosen one," Elise remarked. "Your mark, though, is undeniable. Anyone can see that it belongs to a royal fated mate." I absentmindedly touched my mark with my left hand. It was a small crown outlined in gold, with a full moon below it and the silhouette of a wolf howling. Stars were scattered in the background—truly breathtaking.

"We don’t want trouble. We’re just passing through, please allow us to pass." The warrior smirked, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "You don’t understand, Lycan Prince. It’s not about what you want. It’s about her, it's about what we want" His finger pointed straight at me, and my stomach tightened hard.What the hell was going on? and why do they want me? “Why would you want me?” I summoned the courage to ask. "You carry a mark that we need," he said coldly, staring at my arm.

He radiated dominance and warmth, his growl deep and steady. Lucian’s Lycan was silver and smoke, sleek yet imposing. Wisps of cold energy danced around him like frost caught on wind. A silver moon marked his left shoulder, and his pale eyes glowed like twin shards of ice. The crowd stared in reverent silence. For the first time in living memory, the prophecy children—the twin princes—had shifted. Seris stepped forward without fear, eyes shining. “They’re beautiful,” she whispered. Gabby nodded beside her. “That’s the most badass thing I’ve ever seen.”

She said and I frowned. “What do you mean?” I asked and she gestured for me to listen. “When the lycans find their mate, they will mark them with their scent. As you mentioned he rubbed your neck, it’s their primal behavior. They are proud breed and wouldn’t show their feelings to anyone except their mates. I believe that Prince felt helpless and sadness from quiet a long time and he vented it out on you. That is what makes them ruthless and a bit scary. Since he is the pure descendent, he will tend to be fiercer. That is why the common education helped back then.” She explained and I was shocked.

The seer turned to me and spoke softly, “Mara, show him the birthmark on your shoulder.” With trembling hands, I lifted my shirt slightly to reveal the mark behind my shoulder. The man inspected it closely. His eyes widened in shock as he traced the mark with his fingers. “This… I haven't seen that mark in years... this is the mark of royalty,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “She’s a Lycan princess.” The room erupted into gasps and murmurs. A princess? How could I be a princess?

“She laced it with bloodruned fury. Precision-carved. Not a rage mark—this was controlled. Ritualized.” He looked up, voice colder now. “She burned it through his soulbond. That scar won’t fade. Not even in wolf form. The prince will carry it—forever.” The silence cracked as a younger Second Lycan, Prince Lucian leaned forward, pale and shaken. “Then the stories are true. He’ll be knownby it. The mark of betrayal. The… faithless prince. Every pack, every court, will see it. No magic can veil it now.” To see his elder borther like this was really a shock but what shocked him even more it that Nyma caused it all. The one woman he could hardly resist for his own unlterior motives.

Nathan demanded, arms crossed. “Where’s uncle?” Jaden added. I sighed. “He had an emergency so he had to leave first. But let's talk about the trouble your sister is in.” That was enough to make Jaden’s fists tighten. “Did someone hurt her?” I glanced between the two of them. “Sit down.” They hesitated but eventually sat. I knew they wouldn’t like what I was about to say, but they needed to hear it. “The Lycan prince,” I began slowly, watching their expressions darken, “is looking for a girl. A girl with a white wolf tattoo on her thigh.”

We were pushed back, surrounded. A voice thundered through the chaos, cutting like a sword. “Surrender now,” the Lycan prince commanded, stepping into the moonlight. His silver armor glinted under the sky. His presence was sharp, commanding. “If you continue this path, your pack will suffer more than it already has,” he said, his voice calm—but dangerous. “Enough blood has been spilled.” I bared my teeth, half-shifted, blood dripping from my jaw. “Where is she?” I demanded. “Where is Skye?”

“Leave an imprint?” I asked, feeling astounded. “Yeah, normal werewolves mark their mates through…well, you know what. But, for lycans marking someone is a very very rare phenomenon.” “Oh” I managed to say. “Yeah, the princes do not mark anyone easily. I don't even remember a prince marking someone in all these years that I have lived here” Her face fell and I asked, “How long have you been here?” Grace replied, “All my life”