The Lycan Prince’s Puppy Novels & Stories

"Do not cry, princess. Let me tell you something. We Lycans do not get our beast until we are eighteen. We do not shift until our twenty-first birthday. A female Lycan will not shift at all until she is marked by her mate." I blinked up at him, my mind spinning. "What?" "There is nothing wrong with you," he whispered against my lips. "Your wolf was just waiting for me. Go look at your reflection in the water, princess." My legs felt like water as I stood up. I dragged my feet across the grass, heading to the edge of the stone fountain. The prince stood up behind me, nodding toward the dark pool. I took a deep, shaky breath, waiting for the ugly truth. I leaned over the stone lip and looked d

But he knew he caught his interest all right. "Prince Ryder, meet Alpha Ethan, Lycan King and alpha to the night shade howlers". And that was when it downed on the young prince. He was a Lycan King, the Lycan King. "It is an honour to finally meet you Alpha Ethan, I've heard so much about you". Came the prince's voice as he bowed deeply. His heart was skipping multiple beats. What does the Lycan King want. He was known to cause chaios in any pack he visits. Rumour has it that he was going feral. But that was that, rumours.

‘Mate…’ I grin, feeling my human mind go numb as my eyes shift to red one once more. Rowena After making sure that my son is well enough, just then I finally dare to leave him alone. “To the Blue Brothel Inn, please,” I tell the driver. This time I don’t feel worry about the cashsince Lydia already gave me some. Along the way, I can’t help but think about everything, especially Lydia’s offer. Seducing the Lycan Prince… Well, that sounds tempting, especially knowing that the prince will be the next crown king, which means he’s going to be filthy rich.

He was something far above that. A Lycan. And not just any Lycan. The Lycan King. A strange mixture of shock and disbelief flooded my thoughts. Dane, however, clearly hadn’t expected this reaction. His jaw tightened as he glanced at the uneasy council members. “You can’t be serious,” he said sharply. “You’re going to let that distract you from the real issue?” His voice sounded more strained than confident now. The council leader’s attention remained fixed on Luciano. “Are you claiming Camilla Lynch as your mate?” he asked carefully.

The man asks, looking at me with obvious approval in his eyes. My face flames, a sudden shyness overtaking me. “And she has a breathtaking smile too. I’m sure you’ve heard about me but I can’t see such a mystical creation and not introduce myself, I am Prince Zanders, the second lycan prince. It is great to make your acquaintance.” My breath catches in my throat. I can’t believe this! The lycan prince is introducing himself to me, and he just called me pretty! “Please, put me out of my misery and tell me your name so I can have a name to the face I know I’ll be dreaming about for the rest of the year.” his tone is light, the smile still etched on his face.

"Maybe it was an operation gone wrong." Nadai quickly slipped out of the room. *** Outside, beneath the blood orange sky of early evening, the palace garden trembled as the full Lycan form of Prince Kael emerged—taller, fur covered, primal, and terrifying. It had been years since he’d shifted, years of restraint and tradition. His bond with Elias was like a golden thread tugging at his senses. He dropped to all fours, sniffed the air, and let the scent guide him. "Hold on, Elias," he growled. "I'm coming for you."

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the back of the pack. "I object!" it said, loud and clear. All eyes turned to see who had spoken, and Amelia heart sank as she saw who it was. It was the king's son, a handsome lycan with dark fur and piercing blue eyes. "I object to this new member joining our pack," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "She is weak, fragile and Unsupported, she will only be a burden to us."Prince Ethan said ,with his eyes fixed on the little she wolf who quivers ,fear written all over her.

"Mommy, he is the kind man we were talking about before. The one who gave us pouches of candies." Lumiere agreed. "Mommy, he is a lycan prince!" he said excitedly. "He is the uncle of Prince Alcides and Princess Arthemice." "And the crown prince, too!" Luciana's cornflower blue eyes were glimmering in excitement. I felt like I was going to pass out when I was staring at them in silence. It seemed like I was being thrown a bucket of ice, and I needed to compose myself immediately.

In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.”