Marked By The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

The lousy prince was cowering in the corner, waiting for someone to come to his aid. My attention shifted to him. The sweet little thing was struggling to get up and it was evident that she wouldn’t be able to, so it was better to get things over with. I took another step forth, and the prince stumbled back, his eyes shooting to the hole above. He was wondering if he should fight a Lycan alone or if he should wait for help. I followed his vision, finding myself getting excited to spill blood. The more, the better sleep I would get at night. The blood of these assholes was just too sweet to spill.

Luke said with a deep thick voice and growled. Prince Roy Havert was the Lycan prince of the Blackpool Pack. The Blackpool Pack ruled over all other packs. Prince Roy was only coming for an important ceremony that has always taken place on every full moon. Roy seemed to be the cold type of guy because of his cool face but yet unpredictable and dangerous.

So sharp that I yanked my hand back. "You shouldn't be alive." A deep voice filled my ears and I turned around with unusual speed. There he was, the one who ruined my life, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "What did you do to me?" My voice came out raspy. The Lycan Prince pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the room. His eyes were back to the amber ones I remembered. "You should be dead," he said, ignoring my question and stalking towards me. "Someone like you shouldn't have survived the bite." From the tone of his voice I couldn't tell if he was disappointed or relieved.

In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.”

Everyone had suddenly become quiet as they listened to the Lycan prince speak , Syvia seeing how close he was to Amelia and how he held her hands ,she watched with jealousy. She felt a pang of pain in her heart as ,she sank into his words .She was filled with an Unending jealousy towards Amelia,but she had manage to wear a simple but cunning smile on her face as she admire Prince Ethan .His voiced ring in her ears ,just like it did to others . "We must fight to protect our kind ,and not to destroy them.The only people we are against are Rogue."he stares at them ,with Amelia by his side . "Therefore,as the prince of the pack .I declare that you remain mute and never comment on any case until

Despite everything, there’s something comforting about having him here. Even if he is an arrogant, overprotective Lycan Prince. “Get some rest,” he says, his tone softer now. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” I nod, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Caspian?” He looks at me, his silver eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “Yeah?” “Thanks. For... you know. Back there.” He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t mention it. What you saw back there isn't how most humans are, just to be clear. We just aren't in a friendly part of town. The best you can do is keep low."

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

I allow my hand to fall from the mark on my neck, and this time, Daisy screams for real. “What in the name of twilight is this?” “Darian said he marked me. Accidentally.” “Of course, I know what a mark is when I see one,” she goes off, fanning herself with her hand dramatically. “But how did you end up getting marked by the Lycan prince?”

I really wish I could get to know who this strange man was with all the wealth and connections he's got. The Northern Capital Pack isn't known for its accommodations or a good economy for having such a grand place to live, unless you're the Lycan king himself or a family of his. I let go of my thoughts at once the moment I saw something on my neck. At first, I thought it was a hickey until I saw a mark there. I'm gasp. No, I cannot be marked by this man. Chris will kill me if he sees it. Hurriedly, I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. Thankfully, I didn't bleed much, so I was well. When I was done, I walked quickly to the window and saw that it wasn't that far from the ground. I can jum

“I don't know, finding an escape route, somewhere even Lycans would think twice before trespassing.” She nodded, “Right. After exposing our entire family to him. Don't pull this billshit Valyne, pack up. We leave at sunset.” I scoffed, “you're one to talk. You let your precious step daughter date a Lycan, not just any Lycan, The Lycan Prince. The moment you consented to that relationship you should have seen our exposure as something subject to a matter of time.” “I didn't have a choice.” She gritted out.