Marked By The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

"You want to know what the matter is? Well I guess you'll have to fight me.” Hearing that, I smirked, but his assistant seemed to not want him to do that. She immediately shook her head, leaning close to him. Despite that, I could still hear the things she whispered to his ears. “I know you aren't happy, but I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to know. He's a Lycan, and you should avoid being beaten up like the last time.” I didn't say a thing. I was worried and at the same time scared. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be able to get the lead.

the oak aura around him intensified. The Lycan aura radiated like a fine mesh, both a silent challenge to Marcus and a declaration of protection for her. Marcus's eyes locked onto the intertwined hands of Kelsey and George—a sight that stung like a splinter in his vision. His cedar Alpha pheromones surged violently, casting a chilling oppression over the venue. Even the crystal chandeliers above seemed to shudder. Expressionless, he raised his paddle and declared in a voice as cold and clear as ice that echoed throughout the hall, "One hundred million."

I trailed off, Bram listened in annoyance. “And you’re certain it was him? The Lycan King?” I nodded. I winced as the movement pulled on my wounds. “I saw him, Bram. His eyes… that same peculiar orange. He carved his mark into Gideon’s chest before finishing him. There’s now way I could mistake that.” Bram was silent for a long moment before he opened his mouth to speak again. “So, Dominiko isn’t protected by his castle… that’s definitely news that could affect the pack, greatly.” A smile spread across his face.

Eros asked sharply, the man stood up straight as if he didn't feel any attack. Though on his neck printed marks similar to a black hand grip. If that mark was on an ordinary human's neck, that human would surely be dead and lying miserably on the cold floor. Lycan is indeed a creature with high physical strength. *** Meanwhile, elsewhere, after being left behind by their right hands that had gone nowhere, Zeno and Vasilio exchanged fierce looks. It was as if pouring poison from their eyes and killing each other that way. Both of them are crazy men who fight over one woman.

Olivia noticed my anxious expression and finally calmed down, lowering her voice. "That girl is from the royal family? Are you suspecting Louis—" "No, not Louis, but Prince Liam." I leaned in close to Olivia's side, speaking almost in a whisper. "I've seen a portrait of Prince Liam, and his facial expression is at least seven or eight points similar to Kitty's! And, almost all the werewolves in the Black Mountain pack have black hair and green eyes, right? But Kitty has golden curly hair and deep blue eyes..." "Maybe she inherited her mother's eyes?"

They were not as fast as they used to be, even though they fought valiantly. As I got out of the car, the air was thick with a faint, metallic scent. I frowned and knelt beside the fallen Lycan. I started to rummage through him, searching for any clue. The last Lycan rogues that attacked me in Malik's palace had one mark on their arm. As I pulled his sleeve up, he gripped my wrist immediately, making me let out a sharp yelp. But his hand slowly slipped away from me and fell to the ground. I stared at him for a while, knowing he was not weak from the hit on his head. What was happening to the Lycans? I succeeded in pulling his sleeve up and saw the mark. My heart sank. They were assassins, an

So it's clear he's compelled already? Just then I see the mark on his blood-stained chest. He has a mate. Perfect. “Picture this. Your mate, serving all my men after you die, it will be a blast, won't it?” “Lucious,” he blurts too quickly. “It's the lycan prince, your brother. Now let me go.” “I never said I let you go; now your mate will leave a free life away from my men.” I slice his head off with my claws.

She explained giving him a quizzical eye, “A lone Lycan appearing to buy slaves without going through the proper channels. Plus, your hair’s a dead giveaway." Rome sighed knowing she was right. The mark of the Royal breed of Lycans was their distinctive ginger hair and sapphire blue eyes. "I'll dye it." He retorted folding his arms, "I’ll need you to hang back with some elite members of the army as back up.” “Still that doesn’t explain how you intend to get in without suspicion.” She added, “Will you be buying or selling a slave? And who do you think you can trust with such an important task?”

Chapter 53: Stop him “Your Majesty! He’s unstoppable!” The cry tore across the royal courtyard as smoke and blood filled the air. Flames licked the ancient stones of Mathias’ kingdom, sparks rising like demons into the night. What had begun as a mere duel, a test of strength, had turned into an unholy storm. A single man against an entire empire. And that man was Kael. The once proud Lycan Prince now cut through soldiers like paper, his eyes burning red, his body dripping blood yet fueled by something darker than rage. Every swing of his sword cracked shields in half, every howl rattled the bones of even the bravest knights.

My heart drums in my ears as I gaze upon her, her shiny black fur sparkling slightly under the moon while her piercing gemstone eyes twinkle. "You are beautiful," I hear Paris whisper as he takes small steps toward her. He reaches out and strokes her fur before leaning his head against hers as though he can hear her thoughts and feel her emotions. I suppose he can since it's his blood in her and they are mates. I look at him as he straightens up and see so much pride and love in his eyes before the sound of bones snapping fills my ears, and just as I finish blinking, a silver Lycan stands before me.