Novel & Cerita Marked By The Lycan Prince

Unlike lycans, any were-animal with wings need to be shirtless to prevent its wings from getting stuck in the sleeves. Prince Andre got to the compound well after midnight again and from a tree, he watched as women got raped. He scanned the area for any sign of prince Mano before mind linking his mother, ‘Let queen Lana know that there is still no sign of prince Mano and that her husband and sons have not arrived yet.’ ‘What do you think you are doing? You should have taken our flock with you!’ Queen Amirah mind linked him back furious. ‘Why should our flog be in danger for the lycans?’ Prince Andre mind linked her back before falling to the ground, the noise from the gunshot still ringing

“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.

He unfastened the grime-covered rags around my neck, letting them fall to the marble floor. He replaced them with a heavy, glittering silver chain—a traditional Lycan torque, a symbol of royalty, authority, and ownership. It was cold against my exposed skin, an immediate weight of responsibility I was not meant to carry. His voice boomed across the court, echoing off the high stone ceilings. His eyes were fixed on the horrified face of Selene Voss. “The war is changing. The Lycan line demands not just strength, but destiny. For too long, we have ignored the ancient prophecies. The line of the Silver-Eyed has been in hiding, believed to be cursed. But I know their true worth.”

Marcus yells before stabbing me two more times. My scream rips through my throat, and tears drench my hair as I sob. "Please stop," I beg during his brief moment of silence, but then I hear it. ......Growls. Marcus leaves the knife in my stomach as he spins towards the door to whatever room we are in. I lift my head just as the door is torn from its hinges. Ethan's Lycan body comes storming in like a knight on a white horse, and Marcus has the gull to try and run.

The response escaped from my mouth instantly. Her expression darkened. "The wound should have healed." Yes, that’s true Lycan healing. I knew enough about wolves now to understand what that meant. A normal injury rarely kept them down. A prince? Practically impossible. Yet Caleb lay unconscious. Something was very wrong. Lady Lydia noticed the panic growing on my face. For once, she did not mock me. "If you care about him," she said quietly, "then stop sitting there." I blinked. She pointed toward the door. "They said he called your name briefly when he was unconscious."

He folds his arms, watching Stephen closely. “Well, it’s just…” Stephen stammers, scratching the back of his head. “We’re talking about a Lycan prince here—a blood-hungry one, freshly escaped. His first instinct would be to hunt, regain his strength. Isn’t it strange? He leaves a trace, but there’s no attack, no wounded, no… chaos.” Marco clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re saying he could’ve just… wandered through? No harm, no confrontation?” He shakes his head, unconvinced. “That doesn’t sound like Lowell.”

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

Ricky calls back. “Now repeat after me, I sit in this throne of the Lycan King to claim what is the birth right of mine, I am the first born Lycan to Dreena Ryane Queen of the Lycans and bear the white and Black mark of her heir.” I stopped waiting for him to repeat it then continued.

"That attack was a dark time for both our packs. Many lives were lost, which was a turning point for our kind. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease and sadness. The fact that my father had led an attack on the Lycans, and the Prince of Shadows was believed to be among the dead, made me question everything I knew. “I was told the infant child of the Lycan king died in the attack.” I noticed he did not answer. I tried to get his attention again. "Jaden, can I ask you something?" I said, breaking the silence between us. "Sure, what is it?" He replied, looking over at me with a small smile.