Marked By The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

I was much less terrified this time, and instead took in the sights—the palace growing smaller behind us, the city sprawling out, the narrow ocean that separated us from the Werewolves. Us. I was a Lycan now, wasn’t I? By title, at least; I was the Princess of the Lycans. The bride of Prince Isaac Thorne. Each day, the Werewolf kingdom felt further and further away from me, like that strait had doubled in size. I wondered if my mother would be happy; she loved the Lycans, after all. I liked to think that she would be thrilled to find that her daughter had grown to care for them just as much.

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.

“Our contestants: Lady Nina Parke, soldier of the Lycan female army, daughter of Minister Gale, and Lady Myra, soldier of the Lycan female army.” He paused again. The crowd couldn’t help but murmur. “It’s still a she-wolf. Doesn’t she have a pack or is she a rogue? The Lycan King and a rogue? This is preposterous.” Matteo shot a glare at all of them, making them shudder in fear and zip their lips.

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."

It was a curse that had no cure. Soon, he stopped moving against the shackles, and his knees fell on the floor. His eyes drifted shut as he felt the burning sensation, which had been surging through his veins, finally begin to fade away. "I frightened her," he thought, the words echoing in the sudden silence of his mind. That woman calls him Kael. She didn’t recognize who he really is—and for now, he has no intention of telling her. For the first time, Adam Scott, the second Lycan prince, unbothered and untouchable, yet here he was, feeling a flicker of insecurity he couldn't just push away.

But now, he was acting like a saint. “Alpha," one of my warriors called through the mindlink, the urgency in his voice jerking me out of my thoughts and back to the present. “What is it?" I snapped. “The Lycan King is around." He announced and my face scrunched up in confusion, as I pulled myself up from the desk. “What? Why?” I asked, already moving towards the door and Derek followed behind knowing better than to ask any questions. “Where's he right now?"

One must die. "That means for him to come for Selena, he must have confirmed that his mark wasn't upon the sister again" Lucius said. " Exactly but what is annoying is that he wants my girl. How dare he" Dylan growled. The scene of Marcus trying to mark Selena was playing in his head. He couldn't just accept that someone is trying to steal what is his. Lucius too didn't even know what came over Marcus. He didn't even fear what the Alpha King would do to him. What Marcus didn't know was that Lycans are very different from normal wolves in every way, including their mating.

Given that Donbule was the coven of witches just anyone couldn't enter. When I got to the river I had to continue my journey alone. The river goddess appeared like that of the East pack and instructed me to wash myself in the river seven times. The seventh time the river made a way for me and I passed. KILLIAN'S POV I have traveled for Six hours now and still, there was no sign of Valeria or her uncle. If I had known I would have questioned him about where he resides. The only clue he gave me then was that Valeria was the Lycan princess.

“Well, we are going to be expected to accompany the Lycans to various events so we are going to be taught etiquette and how to comport ourselves so that we don’t disgrace ourselves, apparently we will be presented to the prince and some other elite lycans at dinner after the class.” Riya grimaced at the thought of having to face the hateful prince, she was curious about what kind of man went along with something as despicable as this, why would he choose a bride in this way? He was probably a spoiled arrogant cad who was waited on hand and foot. she wondered if they would look like the ones she had seen on tv, gorgeous and looking like sex symbols.

"Monsters are not born... They are made." ------ *Kael* The news is splattered all over the lytnet; "Prince Kael attacks a lower ranked Lycan without cause." Nosy journalists and bloggers. The only thing I'm thankful for, is the fact that Lilac's face isn't seen.