Nora And The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

I questioned him. "The notorious Lycan Prince is in our territory, and not just that—he's looking for Nora." "What?"

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.

It's just they have no clue that the Eclipse Pack would have another pack on their side. Bianca, who was standing behind Larry, had already had her eyes widened. She was mouthing, “Don’t! Stop!” While her hands were motioning me to sit back. She then slid her thumb against her neck, her lips forming into a straight line. Realizing what she meant, my gaze was quickly lowered. I went overboard to say these things to Larry's face and I immediately forgot who he really was. A Lycan King that requires respect, and that’s the reason why no one bothered helping Jacob, because it also means risking their lives. No one here had the courage to go against Larry, nor do I. But I cannot just watch.

The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise. She had grown up with one purpose—to reclaim the life that was stolen from her. To take back the crown that, in her mind, was always meant to be hers. While Aurora played princess and earned loyalty, Nora honed her skills in ancient blood magic, watched the kingdom from afar through scrying mirrors, and waited. Waited for the right moment to strike. Now, the time was drawing near. The signs were aligning. The elders spoke of a Lycan powerful enough to bring kingdoms to ruin. While Aurora feared it, Nora welcomed it. She believed that prophecy belonged to her—not her light-drenched cou

Damon’s POV: “My name is Damon Montaforta. I am the Lycan prince of the supernatural realm. My father is King Corey Montaforta. I came here to help build my father’s businesses and help stabilize our financial state in both realms,” I said. She played with my hair as she listened closely. I listened closely to our babies' heart beat.

Vera I watched the beta disappear down the road. The lycan prince. Marcus had talked about him like he was some kind of hero. Maybe he was. I didn't care. My parents had told me more than once to keep my distance from the lycan royals. They never explained why, and I never asked. Some family rules you just follow. Besides, I had a leaking roof, an injured man on my couch, and a four-year-old who needed dinner. The lycan prince had nothing to do with any of that.

The commercial ended and the program came back on, so I focused on the screen and feigned interest just so my father doesn’t start to remind me how nonchalant I am about issues that concern us and how sure he is that I’ll finally be the one to run this pack to the ground. Standing next to his brother and other Lycan royals, the first Lycan Prince, Prince Draven, stood out tall in a black tux, holding a gorgeous lady in a red flowing dress. His mate. Ailana gasped, and I didn’t understand why until the camera moved closer and settled on their faces. I froze. “Esme,” Aila screamed with delight, jumping to her feet and the blanket rolling to the floor. “She looks- different,” My mum said in a w

“Yes, it is. That’s Roman FUCKING ELIOT. The Prince of Werewolves. He’s The Werewolf Prince of New York.” “Werewolves don’t have royalty, Winter,” Nora reminded her. She sat on the couch next to her best friend. She was tired, having walked all of the way home rather than risk another subway encounter. “He’s just next in line to be Alpha. And it was terrifying. Him and his guards---” “Wait, Ares and Aion were with him too? Those aren’t his guards, Nora. Those are his friends.” She shrugged. “Whatever. Either way, they were there too, and it was like they didn’t want me to escape. I ran. I just got off of the train and left.”

"There is a theory your father and I thought about, concerning the reason for your late powers. It seems that whoever took you, put you in a spellbound state." "What does that mean? Are we dealing with witches now?" She scoffed. "Oh, not directly. I don't think they are involved in this matter. Although, it would interest you to know that we Lycans have our magic, as well as the Nosferatu's and sorcerers." "So you're saying that it could be any of the three?" "Yes," she said. "Sounds like looking for a drop of water in an ocean," I said sourly.

she whispers, one last time. I reach up, cupping her face, forcing her to look at me. “I have to. But I will come back.” She bites her lip hard, nodding stiffly, though her tears continue to fall. I pull her into one final hug, breathing her in, memorizing the warmth of her embrace. Then, I step back, my heart heavy but my resolve unshaken. Cassidy and Alma turn, walking toward the heavy doors that lead to the underground containment, with the other females and young Lycans, all being led by Queen Rhoda.