The Lost Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

But once again I was the only one that was worried at ali she looked kit she was in her own little world and I could take it no more. "You must be joking .." I said to her at that second. And I was not kidding at all, she had to be to be demanding that from.me after last night. "What about last night…Cassandra…?" It was strange calling her name now after so long I could not believe what I had just found out it had to be a dream of some kind no at this point this came off as a nightmare more than anything else to me. How was u supposed to know that the girl that I had rejected in the past thinking that she was a weakling that would do nothing but drag me back would turn out to be the long los

“You beg at my feet to save you from a sixteen-year-old she-wolf?” The vampire glanced at the Dragon, realizing that he was unaware of the time gap since the massacre of his kind. “She is not sixteen, My Lord... She is twenty-six years old.” “Twenty-six?! Visenya?! Princess Visenya?! She’s sixteen years old!” “No,” the vampire gulped. “She is not a princess anymore. She is now the Lycan Queen, and she has been for the last ten years. She was sixteen when she ascended the throne, when her father slaughtered your kind... when he slaughtered your family.”

His steps carried him toward the grand doors, each stride a testament to his determination to restore the missing piece of his family and his realm. Few minutes after the Lycan King left the royal court, the seven princesses stood up from their seats and they walked towards one of their rooms. One of them, a beautiful slim girl with gray hair and silver eyes, gnatches her teeth together as she paces around her room. She was Nyx, the third princess of the Silverpaw Gate. She was known as a fierce warrior but since her younger brother went missing, she had felt like an arrow had passed through her heart.

The three of us alone will not be strong enough to keep her hidden for long. "There is a Lycan Princess," I begin. "She is a hybrid. Unable to have children of her own. What if we bound her powers and gave her to the Princess?" Cordelia scoffs loudly. "How will a Lycan keep her safe from the covens?" "I have seen it," Petra butts in. "They will love her as if she is their own. They will keep her safe and hidden." "But," Cordelia says. "There is always a but."

Digby hadn't revealed our true identities to Kelsey, but as the Lycan princess of the Silver Moon Pack, I definitely wanted her to shine at the upcoming awards gala. While we were browsing, a woman's voice suddenly called out. "Kelsey, you actually came here? These clothes are worth tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. Do you think someone like you can afford them?" The woman entered with a designer handbag, her tone dripping with arrogance. A claw-like sensation brushed through my mind, my wolf exhaling a relaxed breath. I sniffed the air. It was the faint scent of another Alpha. I frowned. This woman was an Alpha, though her scent was weak and fragile. She didn't seem strong.

“Like they were possessed. They barely slept after they got back with you. I think it’s… everything. Plus, that Lycan Princess wasn't giving them a breather.” I frowned at her last words. “What Lycan Princess?” She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. “Cassia,” she said at last. “Their ex-mate. A Lycan. The only sister of Lycan King Lucian.” My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know who Lucian was, but he must be someone of great importance and power since he was a Lycan. “A Lycan?” Ori nodded slowly. “She’s powerful. Gorgeous. A nightmare if you ask me, but… she still wants them. She’s been staying here ever since they got back.”

I didn’t even just classify them as enemies, but rather as rivals. The Lycan Pack, led by our father’s rival, the Lycan King Larry. “Kylie was the Lycan King’s daughter,” Mila said, confirming my thoughts correctly. “And she shouldn’t find out about that, Alpha.”

"The prince may be fascinated by you now, but his fascination will fade. It always does for powerful Lycans." For the first time, I spoke. "Why are you telling me this?" The princess looked surprised, perhaps because I'd finally responded. Her expression softened. "Because someone should, before you start building castles in the air." That answer irritated me deeply; even Bey stirred inside me. A low growl vibrated through my consciousness. “He is Mine.” The wolf sounded annoyed. Fortunately, I possessed enough self-control not to say that aloud. Lena continued. "Caleb's future affects this entire kingdom. It's true you carry strange powers, and you should know that there are already rumors

“Don’t stand in my way.” She smiled, a mask of tenderness layered over cruelty. “I only came to reason with you, son. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re tired, weak, fevered… and you’re about to throw away everything—your kingdom, your legacy, your people—because of a dick sucking boy.” Kael’s eyes flickered with rage. “Don’t call him ‘a boy.’ Elias is...mine.” Serena’s lips curled. “Yours? He’s a distraction. A fleeting indulgence you confuse for love because your body craves what is forbidden. You’re the crowned prince, Kael. The strongest Lycan in centuries. You don’t have the luxury of… whims.”

The doors slammed open. Heavy boots. Cold night air. The music stumbled and stopped. Damon Cross walked in. He was still in his dark leather armor, with a few guards behind him. He was smiling at something one of them said. He looked pleased with himself. His eyes found Sienna first. His whole face softened. Then he looked up the platform and saw me. In green silk. In a chair beside the Lycan King. His smile died. I watched it happen slowly. First he looked blank. Then confused. His eyes dropped to the clean white bandages on my wrists.