The Lycan Prince Gifted Luna Novels & Stories

If Idris Raed hadn’t stepped in, the Lycan Commander would’ve had no choice but to accept me. In the end, her son ruined my plans. And yet, the woman had the nerve to look at me as if I seduced him. “And you think I’ll believe your words?” Chuckling mirthlessly, Luna Nazia’s gaze turned sharp. “Either way, I’ve already warned you. My son’s Luna can only be his true soulmate.” Raising out of her seat, she brushed off her skirt. I scoffed. As if any dust could be found here.

Every step sent another wave through me. “Seraphina, wait,” Lucien called. I stopped. Part of me wanted to keep walking; another part, the foolishly hopeful part, made me stop and turn to face him. He pushed through the crowd, face pale. Up close, his jaw worked like he was fighting for the right words. For a second I thought he might take it back. “You don’t understand,” he said quietly. His eyes flicked to the watching pack members. “This was necessary. The pack needs strength right now. Selene fits better as Luna. Everyone sees it.”

Luna Brighton's breathing sharpened into quick, ragged pulls. "Mom?" "What nonsense are you talking about?" The words came out too fast, too sharp, edged with barely concealed panic. "You are our only princess. There is no trash in this family." "Why do you sound so defensive?" Belinda's stomach twisted. Another heavy pause. Luna Brighton drew a long, shaky breath, her free hand pressing hard against her chest as if to calm her racing heart. Cold sweat prickled along her spine. "Belinda... We are blessed Lycans of the Village of Blessing. Do you truly think I would abandon a child? You are my only daughter. My only child."

My hands go cold. Prince Noah Roarke, crown prince of the Lycans, stares at Dane. His eyes are hard, big hands curled into tight fists. “Take care of that mess,” he barks. “Right now.” “Respectfully, Prince,” Dane says, “but the Luna-” “Is under my protection now. This is not your territory, it is mine. Take the corpse and go.” I count my heartbeats. Five of them, and my past is gone.

“Blood Moon Mountain Pack, we have been called to arms. Raven is to ascend tonight and we must create the perfect open space for her to bathe in the shadow of the moon. Elder Lord Bastion came here and we all heard they have an uprising fighting against her taking her position. We have Luna back and it was with this Lycan’s very powerful abilities that she was returned to us. I would fight a thousand wars to thank this Holy Clan for protecting her. And now I call you, my family, to accept Prince Bradford as family as well. He is a hybrid like his sister.” “You were all here when she exhibited her abilities. We know she has Lycan blood. Bradford is her brother and has Lycan blood as well. He

She rubs a symbol on the child’s head and closes her eyes. “On the night of your eighteenth birthday, the Lycan King will search for you. Your magic will call to him, but it won’t be enough. You will be in a sleep like death before he arrives, and only the mark of your fated mate can awaken you.” The rune on the child’s head glows brightly. The spell is complete. Quickly, Anila wipes away the evidence of her betrayal. “That will be our little secret,” she smiles evilly. “Leonidas would never mark someone without their permission. While you are sleeping, I can make my move. But first, I will have to find someone more desperate than me to carry out my bidding.”

The way the room itself seems to make sense around him. She swallows. Recognition hits like a punch to the chest. Theon. The Prince of NorthHill. The Lycan Prince. Her stomach tightens. Everyone knows about the Lycans of NorthHill. They’re more than wolves. Older. Stronger. Unforgiving. The only royal bloodline left untouched by treaty or alliance. They rule their territory without interference, without mercy. And she’s in NorthHill. His home. In his bed. Bandaged. Weak. Marked.

“Aside from my assistant, you're the only person I know that engages me and takes back. If I'm going to be taking a Luna, however temporary, I need someone who's smart and can contribute to my home… even if it means going against me sometimes.” My throat went dry at his speech as it eradicated any negative thoughts that night be residing at the back of my mind. “So…do we have a deal?” He asked again, his eyes sharp. This time, I didn't hesitate to answer. “Yes. Yes, I will be your Luna.” A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King.

She had no idea that the boy she’d saved, the one who was the Prince of the Lycans, was standing right behind her, waiting for the perfect moment to hand her the world. “Let her finish her work,” I whispered to the dark. “Let her tear Vance apart. Let her see exactly how little he is worth. And when she’s standing in the wreckage of that pathetic pack, wondering what comes next… I’ll be there to show her that a Luna was always too small a title for her.”

They couldn’t believe that Dad passed the title to me instead of to Colton. Thus, they purposely challenged me to gauge my strength. They didn't know that I was a Lycanthrope and had magical abilities. When they witnessed my strength and lost to me, they immediately accepted me as their Alpha Queen, and soon the news of me being a Lycanthrope with magical abilities spread across all the werewolves population, and since then, no one dared to challenge me anymore. “You are now used to being called ‘Luna’,” I told Kyson with a teasing smile.