The Lost Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

"You, on the other hand, who I have never seen at the pack games, or heard about. What exactly can you do? Better than your sister, at least?" My chest was hurting even more. Marcy was a better athlete and fighter. But we both had brains. And I could run a little, both forms. "I'm smart, and I can run. Are you seriously trying to get me to convince you to pick me over my sister?" My voice was calm. The angry kind of calm. My hands were balled into fists by my side. "Yes. I'm going to be the alpha someday, and I'll need a capable Luna to take care of the pack. Can you take care of yourself?"

They sent out dispatches, sending soldiers and soldiers and soldiers, but none could find the little princess who had disappeared during the celebrations. None could find her aunt either in the human world or the Merge. And so days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into years. Sure, she had other children in her life. Two daughters and a son to look after. Happiness and peace came upon the Lycan territory, with the ache getting easier to bear, but every day, the sun goddess stood in her garden mourning the loss of her real daughter, who had magic in her veins.

Saying that I cut the call and waited to reach the office as soon as possible. I knew about the girl but we had never met before. She was the Lycan King’s only daughter. The Lycan Princess. Her Dad was my father's best friend. Dad had already told me about her. And what had happened to her? When he told me that she was betrayed two times in love I felt bad for her. At first, her mate betrayed her so she rejected him and married Alpha Sebastian but he left her for his first mate who came back five years later with his son.

I could see it—see it in the desperate flick of his eyes. "Stay. don't leave." But I couldn't. Not now. Not with everyone watching. Lysa's voice followed me, triumphant and spiteful, "You should have stayed where you belonged, Princess!" I did not turn back. I could not. But a fire was ignited deep inside. They could take him from me for the moment. But they would regret underestimating a Lycan Princess who had nothing left to lose.

"Make sure nobody knows about her reincarnation because we need to protect our princess and we will never let anyone harm her just like they did 500 years ago. Now hurry up and bring me those portions. We need to treat her as soon as possible." The woman quickly walked towards the shelves where her master kept his most expensive and important portions and nobody was allowed to even touch them. She knew her master will happily spend those portions to treat the little girl. They were waiting for her arrival since generations. Her master's grandfather was the one who served the little girl and they were fully aware of the tragedy that happened to her. She was not a simple girl but she was the p

“You’re pale.” “I feel like I’ll pass out.” “But you won’t,” she said, slapping my shoulder tenderly. “You have my blood coursing through your veins. You’re tougher than you look. You’ve proven that already.” I shook my head. “I don’t understand,” I said. The seriousness of what she just confessed to me was slowly sinking in. A lot more questions came with the knowledge that I was the missing Lycan princess. “If I’m the princess, then who is—”

I was about to answer when I felt a strong aura call my Lycan forward and I looked to Alari to find her eyes aglow and Sapphira on the surface. I knew she was using a small fraction of her command but everyone in the room had their head bowed, small whines escaping them. “All they say about me is true, I am who they tell you, I am Princess Alari Lyca. My parents, your King and Queen gave up their lives to save me, the future of the royal bloodline” she said in a strong voice, pulling a smile from the corner of my lips. “She's definitely who she says she is” Roman said, watching our mate in admiration.

He folds his arms, watching Stephen closely. “Well, it’s just…” Stephen stammers, scratching the back of his head. “We’re talking about a Lycan prince here—a blood-hungry one, freshly escaped. His first instinct would be to hunt, regain his strength. Isn’t it strange? He leaves a trace, but there’s no attack, no wounded, no… chaos.” Marco clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re saying he could’ve just… wandered through? No harm, no confrontation?” He shakes his head, unconvinced. “That doesn’t sound like Lowell.”

Austin asked. "Because it ended in tragedy," Elder Marcus said quietly. "The last Lycan King, King Aldric, had three daughters. The youngest, Princess Elena, was the most powerful of them all. She could control entire armies of werewolves with a single command. But when she was just five years old, the palace was attacked by dark witches who wanted to steal the royal family's power."

A Prince and a Princess. “She didn’t specify exactly how many pups,” she whispered truthfully, still feeling dreamy as an array of thoughts whirled in her mind. “Her name is Era. She is an ancient Lycan and has been the companion of several Queens over time.” Clyde paused to process this new information.