Marked By The Lycan Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

But even as I spoke the words, a small, nagging voice whispered in the back of my mind. What if she had finally escaped for good? I shook my head, refusing to entertain the thought. Lyra has no freedom of her own, and I would bring her back. No matter the cost. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I barked. Beta Markus entered. “Alpha,” he began, “I have an urgent message from the Lycan King.” “What does he want?” I asked as I straightened in my chair. “He’s requested an audience with you,” he said.

Violet’s POV There were twenty students lined up with me, all looking like we were about to walk into our funerals and honestly… they weren’t wrong. We were going to the Lycan Kingdom, a place so notoriously ruthless that even demons respected the borders. Lycans weren’t just wolves, they were the apex of apex predators. Stronger bones, faster healing, ancient instincts, brutal laws, violent power. Wolves bowed to them. Most species feared them. And I was traveling there…with their princes and they are both obsessed and definitely idiots.

My gaze moves slowly around the table, daring everyone to contradict me. My mother clears her throat. “Like I was saying, who said they are outsiders? My daughter will never be an outsider in our pack. Her mate will never be an outsider either.” As her words slowly sink in, all eyes turn towards Lance. Someone squeaks out, “But he is a lycan and the crown prince.” My mother glances back at Lance and nods. “He is, and Trinity is now the crown princess. Together, they will soon take their rightful place on the throne as the king and queen.”

The largest rogue, the one who had nearly ripped my throat out minutes earlier, let out a trembling whine and bowed his massive head. I followed their gaze. Golden eyes burned through the darkness. Cold. Ancient. Terrifying. The man stepped forward. The Lycan King. Lucian’s gaze moved slowly across the clearing, taking in the kneeling rogues, the blood on the ground and finally, me. His eyes sharpened. The moment they landed on me, my wolf jolted violently inside my chest. Recognition. Danger. Something else I refused to name. The silver mark on my wrist burned hot.

The royal mark on her forehead shone brighter, a beacon of hope and promise. As the cheers continued, Athena's gaze met Tristan's, their eyes burning with a shared future. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of their bond and the promise of a kingdom. Lady Eirlys's voice filled with reverence as she explained the ancient prophecy. "A royal mark on a true heir's forehead signifies the return of our lineage's power." Her eyes shone with tears, reflecting the weight of history. Athena's eyes widened, her mind reeling with the revelation. "I'm a direct descendant of the Lycan kings," Lady Eirlys revealed, her words dripping with significance.

"Mommy, he is the kind man we were talking about before. The one who gave us pouches of candies." Lumiere agreed. "Mommy, he is a lycan prince!" he said excitedly. "He is the uncle of Prince Alcides and Princess Arthemice." "And the crown prince, too!" Luciana's cornflower blue eyes were glimmering in excitement. I felt like I was going to pass out when I was staring at them in silence. It seemed like I was being thrown a bucket of ice, and I needed to compose myself immediately.

He was not only the star athlete and most popular guy in school, but he was also one out of three Lycans who attended this school. Kierian was none other than the Lycan Prince and someone I had harbored a crush on since we were kids, except he didn’t remember me. Right now, it was a good thing, because I didn’t want him to look at me with pity. When he learned about what happened to my family. Those intense ice-blue eyes were the last ones that I wanted to look at me with pity in them.

“Thank you. I knew I could count on you.” “Always,” Blake said. But then her posture froze. Her eyes widened. She went still. “What’s wrong?” Lydia asked. And then she felt it too. The air shifted. The crowd parted. The third Lycan prince strode toward them—tall, broad-shouldered, with long dark hair that shimmered under the lights. His golden eyes locked onto Blake. He didn’t speak. Just walked straight up and pulled her into his arms. “Mate,” he growled.

Because no one would speak up for an orphan. In the depths of the pain, I whispered Marty's words to myself over and over. You'll pass it. And now even that was being torn out of my hands, one stroke at a time. I was bracing for the tenth when the noise started. A ripple at the back of the crowd. Boots. A wave of people stumbling to get out of someone's way, and a word passing mouth to mouth, fast and stunned. The Prince. The Lycan Prince is here.