Marked By The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

the lycan prince warned Jasmine and Renee while his eyes were fixed on me. Renee's lips trembled, and drops of sweat appeared on her wrinkled forehead. I grinned and walked towards Jasmine then gripped her cold wrist and began to lead her out. I paused when I got to where Renee was rooted to. "If you are not guilty then you shouldn't be afraid," I whispered. She snapped her head up and gnashed her teeth, glaring murderously at me. I waved her glare aside and began to leave the hall with Jasmine. "You!" The Lycan prince's voice rang in the air, putting an end to the murmurs that filled the air.

I was nervous that dad might be able to read my mind but if I don't make a plan then I am as good as dead the moment I step outside. I tried to get some sleep as I waited for midnight to come. My heart finally calmed down as I drifted off to a deep slumber. The scene that was in front of me changed. Gone was the boy who always wailed. There was a man sitting on the throne and he was staring straight into my eyes. My heart pounded. He was beautiful. His eyes are as red as blood, it was glowing. "Our prince is now crowned as our Lycan king. I present to all of you, the Lycan King Endrée Zion Calder. All hail to the Lycan king!" the man who crowned him proclaimed delightfully. The crowd cheered

I hadn't ever seen anything like it. My heart was racing as I continued. I drew two semi-circles on the left and the right sides of the circle, facing outwards. The mark of the Moon Goddess. I was going to send the damn devil to the Goddess. No one could hurt my family without any consequences. "Vampire. God Sol," Max rasped out. So he knew what I was doing. Max was smart. God Sol's mark was a circle with a dot in between so I simply dug my finger in the middle of the circle, carving a dot. Max grunted as a little blood seeped out.

He was quite of age and he was yet to find his mate. Lucian had a best friend and right-hand man, Marcus. A Lycan from a noble family. Marcus was dumbstruck when Lucian told him that he went to the werewolf's territory to help the Alpha female secure her territory. Marcus had heard about the woman. Every Lycan knew her. A strong and attractive female and how she got to rule the werewolf packs was a mystery to the Lycans. But Lucian made him promise not to tell anyone about it. Marcus came to deliver a message to the prince from the king when they started talking. The king sent for Lucian.

I noticed the strange place; somewhere deep in the caves was the Lycans home, a place no human could find; strangely, there were furnitures- mostly wooden or iron, nothing glamorous- in the large space; the place was dimly lit; I spotted more of them, insanely tall Lycans; and then, seated on the throne, the prince of Lycans, Vladimir , sat watching me; his full attention was on me; but unlike the others, he looked scarier, he looked less human; his eyes were all blue; no irres; unlike the other with pitch black eyes; his skin was white but marked with so many bruises; one ran from his forehead over his eyes; yet his eyes managed to be intact; and his hair was pure white. The Lycans murmured

"What about your brother? I don't want the two of you to argue because of me. He's your brother and the two of you need to get along because you're siblings." I reasoned out, Luciano closed his grey eyes and raked his shoulder-length hair and heaved a deep sigh. "Don't worry about my brother,I know how to handle him."He said and I nodded doubtfully, not entirely convinced because Mark seemed to be more heartless than the prince. I think Mark was supposed to be called the dark Lycan prince, not Luciano because he had a heart. "What about letting me go so that you don't get into more trouble because of me?"I decided to ask the question that was stuck in my throat for way too long.

So each time there's a Lycan shift in the kingdom, they are burnt to death with magic or if they are lucky enough, they are dumped near the forest of doom. The brutality against Lycans is what I want to stop. No pup deserves being shunned just because his beast doesn't stand on four paws or looks like a giant dog. "You're getting rather close to the Princess. Are you sure you can kill her father?" Marcus remarks, bringing me back to the present. I frown at his words and shoot him a glare. "Why wouldn't I kill him? It has always been the plan." I catch Lyson coming from the other side of the forest that leads to the forest of doom, shirtless. Was he out there training on his own?

The look on her face wasn’t anything feral at all; it was more of a painting of tentative distress. Ferociously growling right in front of her was the Lycan prince, who’s now gone full rogue; his eyes became tattooed with total blackness. In them, you can’t even see the reflection of the bright moonlight. The young she wolf locked her gaze straight into the Lycan prince’s feral eyes, highly hoping that she’d find something behind them that would alter the course of this unfavorable ordeal. But all she found was nothing but an empty void of blackness, with certainly no trace of his soul left.

Lyra knelt beside its head, her fingers brushing the fur as a strange chill ran up her spine. “It doesn’t feel... natural,” she murmured. One of the warriors, a seasoned fighter named Garrick, nodded grimly. “It’s not. This isn’t a normal Lycan. It’s been... corrupted.” Kane crouched beside her, his brow furrowed. “Corrupted how?” Garrick hesitated, then pointed to a strange mark seared into the beast’s chest. It was faint now, almost obscured by blood, but its jagged lines formed a symbol that seemed to radiate malevolence.

He stood tall and addressed the entire Lycan pack present, "My fellow Lycans, rejoice! Our Prince has proven himself worthy of his title and has led us to victory!" The hall erupted with cheers, and the Prince felt a sense of fulfillment like never before. He had made his father proud and safeguarded their realm from the threat of darkness. And so, the Lycan Prince's report echoed through the ages, becoming a timeless tale of valor and triumph, inspiring future generations to stand tall in the face of darkness and fight for the light.