Princess Danika And King Lucien Novels & Stories

One time he would be suited and the other time, he would be dressed in the ancient way. “We are done your highness,” one of them said and bowed, “We will leave now, may you live long,” she added. “May you live long,” they all chorused and walked out of the king’s chamber with their back. Lucian sighed as he watched Ashiana who was fumbling with her shoes. “Hey princess,” Lucian called and quickly wore a smile. He walked to her and bent beside her, “Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked.

The maid sighed as she took a quick peek at the Princess from the slightly gaping door. "What have the cruel Prince done to this poor young lady to make her act this way?" She shivers at the thought of the Princess getting punished sadistically. And Mary became even more terrified as she considered the possibility of the Prince tormenting the Princess into killing herself. The idea was not impossible since the Prince is well known in the Lilac Palace to be a ruthless killer, though that secret only remains inside the palace walls. Anyone who leaks this secret is punishable by death. Gaining a little courage in approaching the Princess, Mary tried her shot in helping her. "Princess Lianne?...

his voice a low growl, thick with hunger. Tears welled up in my eyes as I bit my lower lip, cheeks burning red. Shame and humiliation battled within me as I found myself nodding. But I knew Ethan was not asking for my permission; lycan kings never did that. Ethan lifted his eyes from my chest and met my eyes, and for a moment, it flickered, but then he blinked it away. However, it started shifting between colors. My brows creased in confusion; Ethan started reversing back, in the process pushing down the dishes, startling me. He began to shake his head while violently smacking himself. “Let go of my mind!”

Andrea catches my eye as he rises to his feet. “Congratulations,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with both fear and awe. “On your incredible wife, your child, and your overwhelming victory. They may not all be ready to admit it, but today, you became the king.” Lucian inclines his head, a quiet moment of respect passing between them. There’s something in Andrea’s gaze that reminds Aurora of her father—a solemn kind of pride, an acknowledgment of the weight that now rests on Lucian’s shoulders.

I tried to free myself from her grip and slaps but I couldn’t. Alpha Darius stood in a corner, still putting on his clothes. Luna Cecilia continued to pull my head but there was nothing I could do. She was royalty, so I dared not lay my hands on her. “Darius rush now and get the alpha King,” she suddenly commanded Darius. I tried to understand why she was sending for the alpha king when she knew that I could spill out everything that I just witnessed if she called for Alpha Zade. “You little wrench, I am going to show you where you belong for trying to meddle in a business that didn’t concern you,” she blurted and fell to the floor at once.

“So tell me. What exactly did you use on him?” I swallowed hard, already starting to feel annoyed. “I didn’t… do anything. Neither did I use anything. He’s the great ‘Lycan king’, how would petty tricks even work on him? Does that make any sense to you?” Her jaw clenched in irritation. Then, she moved in front of me, and blocked the door to the chambers she had just promised to show me. “Camillia…” I forced out, trying to keep my voice polite, and respectful.

Her fingernails and toenails were long and black, her lips were as pale as her skin, and her gaze was dark, dead, and darting to different corners so it could find a focus. "Your Majesty." She knelt before her king. "I have heard your call," she said without looking at Lucian. Lucian stared at her with a thin line on his lips. "Come closer," he ordered, extending his hand toward the woman. "Kiss my hand on your knees; remember, I am now your king." Valka, on her knees, began to crawl slowly toward where Lucian was, and when she arrived, she grabbed the king's hand and gave him an adoring kiss on the back of his hand.

"First is having their King killed by a werewolf. Second is a werewolf being their King. And now you give them hope but take it away by demanding the oath of fealty.” I glared at him. "You have no say in the matter. Tread carefully, Rhazien." "You were never going to make him the King, were you?" "No," I said honestly. "You gave your word," Rhazien looked at Ava. I didn't like him dragging her into this. Before I could say anything, she spoke. "What do I know? I have been a Luna for all of two weeks. Nikolai knows best about all of these things." She shrugged, still going on with our little charade. "He made a decision and I stand by him."

My nails are, well, my nails are a mess. “Lisette, let the girl eat in peace. We have two days until we have to leave. Let her be for tonight.” My father speaks up and gives her a stern look. “If she doesn’t run off to Goddess knows where tomorrow so she can draw.” The way she says the last word makes it sound as if I am doing something disgusting. To her, I guess it is. In her eyes, I should be hanging out with girls my age and going shopping all the time. She wanted a perfect princess to pamper.

Princess Batya Indira of the Lycan territory and Prince Damon Eden of the Lycan Territory. Those were the names of our future sovereigns. I released Alisa’s hand and sashayed down the dancefloor towards the foot of the thrones where the Lycan and high Luna, waltzed, oblivious to the music and people around them. “Leave them be. Let them be alone in their world for a little while longer,” Luna Triss said with a smile as she came towards me and halted my progress with her hand. “Oh, I see you’re both friends now?” I asked her with a smile as I looked from her to Danica at her side.