Marked By The Lycan Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

"They aren't flesh!" The Stalkers multiplied. Ten, twenty, fifty of them rising from the lawn, surrounding the pack. The Lycans were the most apex predators on earth, but you cannot bite a shadow. "Marcus," Nyx said, standing up from the fountain. Her dark eyes weren't just black anymore. They were swirling with the same violet starlight that crowned her mother. She didn't look afraid. She looked annoyed. "Don't move, Princess!" Marcus commanded, stepping between her and a rapidly approaching Stalker.

He needs to get to her ASAP. The guards on patrol watched stunned when a massive lycan zoomed past them in a blur. They couldn't even get to see him but it was the scent of their Lord which stopped them from going after him. Draco charged into the mansion not caring that he was tearing down the huge doors because of his massive Lycan form. The chilling silence and the horrified looks on the faces of all the humans caused his heart to drop even more. It was the early dawn as the hue of orange surrounded the rising day bringing sorrow in its wake.

“It appears I have been outmaneuvered.” I smiled before I could stop myself, but the warmth was quickly chased by a sharp, familiar pang of longing. It wasn't a longing for the palace, or the title, but a visceral, biological ache for the man who should have been standing where Ronan was. As I watched Lucian right himself, his eyes flashed a sudden, brilliant gold—the unmistakable, predatory hue of a Lycan. My breath hitched. They were only three years old, yet they stood with the physical presence of five-year-old human children.

"Go! I signaled my pilot to fly the girl and the medical team away, and I remained behind to deal with the soldiers. I had already mindlinked my beta and asked him to send the military force in case a war were to begin. I am a Lycan. I am the strongest of all, so killing all those men singlehandedly was a piece of cake for me, but still, I chose to involve my military. I knew sending back the corpses of his men would only humiliate him more because he would be left wondering why his a hundred and something men were defeated by a single person. "What brought you to my kingdom?" I asked as more of the troop trooped closer to me.

I want to take it slow, despite my beast’s eagerness to have our mark on her. The crowd started to bare their necks in submission to me one after the other until every single one of them had their necks to me. The mating of a lycan prince carried so much power than the crowd could withstand. I saw her gullet move as she swallowed, and using my thumb, I massaged the area gently. She quivered under my touch, partly with excitement and partly with fear, radiating more innocence than I noticed in the past. I pulled her roughly to me and bent forward, breathing her in first.

I wondered if defending myself was going to be an option. "You know that I'm with Eke Wolves, right?" Marcy asked. "Yes, our future Luna. Im so proud of you." Mom said with a proud smile and turned to look at me. "Maybe Mercy can upgrade herself and try to get with the Beta's first son, or one of their high ranking friends." "I've already found my mate." I said dryly. Mom's eyes were wide with confusion. "She chased after Eke yesterday and accused him of being her mate. My Eke! Mom, you know I love him, and as usual, she's trying to take away everything and everyone I have claim to."

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.

"I have no reason to lie to you about this. Do you really think that I would ever have approached you if I thought that your husband loved you and this whole arrangement was truly as temporary as you think it is?" He tilts his head to the side when I don't answer. Shivers are racing up and down my spine, and they're definitely not the good ones. But no. Carter couldn’t truly be this monster this man is describing. He wouldn’t be capable of doing something so terrible to me. Even if this were true… Why not just let me go? Why would he have to kill me? "No," I finally say. "I don't believe you." The prince stares at me intently for a few beats, then drags his tongue along the edge of his teeth

His voice is hard, unyielding, and I feel the weight of his skepticism pressing down on me. “No,” I insist, shaking my head fiercely. “I survived. I was taken and raised in a pack far from here.” I can feel the fire growing within me, the need to prove my truth. In a swift motion, I lift the hem of my tattered shirt, revealing the Lycan mark etched into my skin. “This is my mark, a testament to my lineage. I am Princess Aloria, born of the Lycan blood, just as you are.” The king’s eyes widen as they fall upon the mark, and for a fleeting instant, I see the walls of his skepticism begin to crack. “It is you…” he murmurs, almost to himself, disbelief slowly giving way to reluctant acceptance.

“You’re alive.” Raphael’s hand weakly reached up, resting against my cheek, his eyes widening. "Your eyes…” he whispered, his fingers grazing his own face in awe. "They’re red. You… are…” “…a Lycan,” Lance completed for him, his voice filled with wonder. “She has the gift of resurrection.” But our moment of reunion was shattered by the Overlord’s enraged roar. “You…” the Overlord snarled, his face twisted in fury. “How…?”