The Lycan Prince’s Puppy Novels & Stories

" He yelled and I exhaled sharply. The air was now cold and I felt anger washed through me. He was puzzled on his part, and I know he must be feeling flabbergasted at the fact that my sole aim for going back to that Dungeon was because of a forbidden Lycan. His throat bobbed down and he ruffled his hair in what seemed like a sexy manner to me. He puffed out a heavy breath and licked his lips, trying to calm down. "Those Lycans will destroy this Pack, you're being deceived by whatever he told you. They are powerful Tahira, don't you get that? We can't even fight against one and I would not want to imagine up to three in our midst. Their traits are different and that particular one….." He face

Sadie’s POV I whipped my head towards the Lycan Prince seated in the shadows. He abruptly stood up, his movement startlingly fluid for someone his size. Standing at his full height, he was much taller than I’d expected. Lycans were naturally more robust than werewolves, possessing a superior strength. But the Lycan Prince was even more imposing. I gasped despite myself as my eye scanned his broad shoulders, his perfectly chiseled muscles apparent under his tailored clothing.

I noticed the strange place; somewhere deep in the caves was the Lycans home, a place no human could find; strangely, there were furnitures- mostly wooden or iron, nothing glamorous- in the large space; the place was dimly lit; I spotted more of them, insanely tall Lycans; and then, seated on the throne, the prince of Lycans, Vladimir , sat watching me; his full attention was on me; but unlike the others, he looked scarier, he looked less human; his eyes were all blue; no irres; unlike the other with pitch black eyes; his skin was white but marked with so many bruises; one ran from his forehead over his eyes; yet his eyes managed to be intact; and his hair was pure white. The Lycans murmured

"Do that, and when this is over, I'll let you walk away. Free." She stared at me. Then she nodded. Smart girl. ... LILLIAN I stood on the far side of the room with my back pressed against the stone wall and tried to remember how to breathe. The Prince was awake. The Lycan Prince — the one they said had killed a duke's daughter with a wave of his hand, the one whose inner wolf broke bones for sport — was conscious, alert, and watching me with the same cold calculation a wolf gives a rabbit before deciding whether to chase.

“Because the Lycan Prince is arriving today. And I’m handing you over to him.” He turned to leave but stopped just long enough to throw one final dagger: “You know what that means…” Then he was gone, leaving his venom to soak into my thoughts. The Lycan Prince? If Jackson was cruel and ruthless… the Lycan Prince was ten times worse. The stories I had heard about him were the kind that haunted you in your sleep. He murdered countless people, some say with no remorse. He sexually abused she-wolves, even elders. There were rumors that he had even killed his own sister.

Unlike lycans, any were-animal with wings need to be shirtless to prevent its wings from getting stuck in the sleeves. Prince Andre got to the compound well after midnight again and from a tree, he watched as women got raped. He scanned the area for any sign of prince Mano before mind linking his mother, ‘Let queen Lana know that there is still no sign of prince Mano and that her husband and sons have not arrived yet.’ ‘What do you think you are doing? You should have taken our flock with you!’ Queen Amirah mind linked him back furious. ‘Why should our flog be in danger for the lycans?’ Prince Andre mind linked her back before falling to the ground, the noise from the gunshot still ringing

I asked curiously, “Were you really looking for me? Why?” Lucas took my hand, startling me as he bowed to me a bit. Planting a tiny kiss on the back of my hand, he answered in a formal and gentle tone, “I wanted to introduce myself formally. I am Lucas Bloodmond, the Lycan Prince of the Bloodrose clan, M’lady. It is a pleasure meeting you again.” “Lycan Prince! I didn’t expect that either. You are surprising me a lot tonight,” I answered teasingly. Though I really didn’t expect him to be a prince, I guessed that he would be from a noble family. His aura was too dominating and powerful.

Prince Mykal? I repeat stupidly to myself, unable to stop gaping at the breathtaking man before me. I knew the name, of course. It always pays to know the name of your enemy. Prince Mykal Boreal, eldest son of the Lycan King, and next in line for the throne. Everything in me stops suddenly. Wait, did he just say I was his mate? I look at him, aghast. How is that possible? He's a Lycan! I'm a Werewolf. We're enemies. And yet…

Blood ran down his ribs. “Okay,” he said under his breath, “you want a fight?” And then he shifted. Bones cracked. His shape grew bigger, stronger. Fur exploded over his body. His gold eyes lit up like fire. The Lycan Prince. Twice my size. Radiating power. The ground trembled under him. But still… he didn’t move first. “Layla,” he growled, “you can fight this. You’re stronger than this thing inside you.”

I go to step in and say it’s no longer his choice and refuse to let anyone punish Harlyn, but because I can, one of the pups appears before Harlyn. “No! No one will be punishing my Mummy!” He says, his eyes glowing blue, shit. How is that even possible? His rage emitted from his body. “I did it, and I hurt the princess.” He states. I watch one of the other pups step forward. “And me!” he says, and I stare in shock. His eyes glow red like mine. I peer around Harlyn and see a little girl, her eyes glowing golden. How can they be Lycans? Most don’t unlock it until they are eighteen. I can feel their anger as they glare at Diandra, and I think she is best away from here now.