The Lost Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

“Jenny get her in the car she doesn’t know he’s here to get her,” Jenny grabs my arm and pulls me toward the car and I jerk my arm free. “Jenny, I'm sorry. But I can’t go with you,” Jenny frowns and her lips part as the driver steps out and walks to the rear door. “Lily, the Lycan Prince is here. He’s come to take you..” “Home,” I cut her off and her frown deepens. “Home? Did you just say home, As in his home?” She asked and I nodded.

"I can't wait to go. Maybe with you around, princess Serafina, we could have nice dresses, what do you say? another chimed in, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Another nodded, "Yes. The nicer our dresses, the higher chance that a man may look at us and take a liking in us." she added. "Any of those handsome wolves or lycans may offer to buy us out of slavery and become their wives!" she said and the girls squealed in excitement. The word lycan struck me immediately when I heard it. "The Lycans? You mean that all the Lycans will be there?" I asked. They exchanged knowing glances and then teased me, "Princess Serafina, are you asking this because of that cloaked lycan you kept meeting durin

I said a little but too much. I stood by the door , my gaze fixed on the ethereal beauty that was the Lycan Princess. Her long, beautiful wet hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of strength and vulnerability. She reminds me of the passions kids share the last time we went diving in the middle of the night. Annabelle was more than just a princess; she is a Lycan which is rare to come by, the protector of our kind, blessed with extraordinary powers. And yet, she remained unaware of her true potential.

The second I saw her, I knew she was mine, but I also understood that I could never claim her. Peter is like a brother to me, or at least I feel that way, since his parents were gracious enough to raise me as their own. I have great affection for Queen Charlotte, as she supported me, without letting me fall, in the darkest moments, when I lost my parents. That’s why I can’t accept her. How could I do it? Peter is the Lycan king of the south and I’m just his beta. Emma herself is the damned lost princess of the northern throne... Why are the goddesses so cruel? Have I been that bad person in my past lives?

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

“She's the Lycan Princess they lost years ago.” Corbin nodded once again. “Sofia. Daughter of the Lycan King and his late wife. The girl whom those Noble Lycan families had tried to kill several times, yet she survived. I mean... I don't have any proof against the Noble Lycan families, but that's what my spies in the Lycan Kingdom gathered. There are talks of some prophecy about a white Lycan rising at their need, and the Noble families are afraid of it.”

Tightening his hold, he swore that he would allow nothing to get to her before carefully sliding away from her. Today was Friday, the day he and Jackson had an appointment with the Council to ask about the prophecy of the White Lycan as well as the princess. Travis had already reported back that no testing was needed to determine if Marcia was, in fact, the lost lycan princess. He learned that once they turn, a lycan develops its scent, which can be used to identify the family line.

Octava. No. It couldn’t be. The King rose from his throne, his voice echoing through the grand chamber. “Tonight, we crown our daughter, the lost princess of the Lycan Kingdom, Octava Valen. Heir to the royal bloodline, bearer of the moonmark.” The hall erupted in applause. But I didn’t hear it. My heartbeat drowned everything out. She turned slightly then, her eyes sweeping over the crowd. For a second, a single, fleeting second, our gazes met.

They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them. “You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.” “Why?” “He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.” Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”

“And that is the greatest regret of my life.” Neither of them had wanted to hide their daughter. But eighteen years ago, they had been given no choice. The royal seer had spoken only one prophecy before sacrificing her own life to protect the infant princess. “The White Lycan must sleep among wolves until the eighteenth moon, or darkness will claim the throne forever.” So they had let her go. Trusting fate. Praying every day she had survived. Now… The bond pulsed stronger than ever. Their daughter lived. And soon…