The Lycan Prince’s Puppy 소설 & 이야기

“You’re alive.” Raphael’s hand weakly reached up, resting against my cheek, his eyes widening. "Your eyes…” he whispered, his fingers grazing his own face in awe. "They’re red. You… are…” “…a Lycan,” Lance completed for him, his voice filled with wonder. “She has the gift of resurrection.” But our moment of reunion was shattered by the Overlord’s enraged roar. “You…” the Overlord snarled, his face twisted in fury. “How…?”

One moment, I was half-naked and vulnerable, huddled in a damp cave with a dominant Lycan Prince claiming me as his mate. One moment, I was half-naked, damp, and shivering in a cave, with a Lycan Prince looming over me like some overconfident predator announcing I was his mate. The next, I was dressed like a reluctant runway model, tucked into the plush interior of a limited-edition Maybach.

He was not only the star athlete and most popular guy in school, but he was also one out of three Lycans who attended this school. Kierian was none other than the Lycan Prince and someone I had harbored a crush on since we were kids, except he didn’t remember me. Right now, it was a good thing, because I didn’t want him to look at me with pity. When he learned about what happened to my family. Those intense ice-blue eyes were the last ones that I wanted to look at me with pity in them.

As she looked around the large compounds filled with guards and saw no sign of a family member, a part of her wasn’t surprised. Since he was a Lycan, they were known to move alone and not in packs like wolves, but they were deadly and strong without a pack to lean on, which meant no one tying them down and no weaknesses; that was what made them ruthless. And it scared Brynn that he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her and do whatever he pleased with her: "It’s late already; you will be shown to your room, and I expect you to meet me when I call for you tomorrow."

The lycan prince got lucky the second time when he was fast on his feet as he climbed the wall to release another brogue that landed on the lycan king's neck. The latter was drowning In his own rage and went all-out brutal. He grabbed the right leg of the lycan prince before he could find his balance on the ground again. The lycan king pulled the leg and used his elbow on the kneecap. The lycan prince screamed in pain but still sacrificing the broken leg, he withdrew it back a bit then thrust forward in an attempt to release a vicious kick on the lycan king's chest. The twins both screamed as the the lycan king's breath clogged immediately with a burning pain as Kayden had infused some eleme

I said against her lips, deftly replacing my finger with my cock. “Dane!” she cried. “But I want another taste of you first,” I said and latched my mouth to her left nipple. She arched her back and cried my name. “Saraya—” “Yes!” she moaned in pleasure. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am the first generation of my kind. A full-blooded Lycan prince, offspring of Zeus and Selene–” Holding her hips, I dug my stiff cock deeper into her; she clung to me, clawing my back and drawing blood. I revelled in the ecstasy that surged through me.

Violet’s POV There were twenty students lined up with me, all looking like we were about to walk into our funerals and honestly… they weren’t wrong. We were going to the Lycan Kingdom, a place so notoriously ruthless that even demons respected the borders. Lycans weren’t just wolves, they were the apex of apex predators. Stronger bones, faster healing, ancient instincts, brutal laws, violent power. Wolves bowed to them. Most species feared them. And I was traveling there…with their princes and they are both obsessed and definitely idiots.

A growl cut me off before I could complete my sentence. “I’M NO BEAST” He simply growled out. “Th…then what are you?” I stuttered out. He stared intently at me probably thinking if he should ignore me or answer my question but seemed to have decided, “I’m a Lycan,” He said. I blinked my eyes severally not sure if I heard him right. Shaking my head sideways, “S…sorry your highness, I didn’t get that. What did you say?” He raised his eyebrows and looked intently at me before saying, “I AM A LYCAN. I am the prince and future King of Lycans and werewolves.”

Her eyes trailed over to mine, looking faintly. A dumb skull! My guard got the message as he stepped closer, lashing some whip on her face. She must be a newbie here, without a proper orientation of who she meddled with. “I’m the Lycan prince of this great crimson pack. You smeared irritating dark dirt on my luxury suit. Do you have an idea of how expensive it was?” I announced. There was a great fear running in her veins, as her skin went pale at the mention of who I was.

I don’t dance in public, because I don’t like being watched. To my absolute shock, the big bad Lycan prince pouts at my response. It catches me off guard, and I find myself chuckling. He looks more like a harmless puppy, rather than the strongest Lycan/ werewolf alive. It is quite the contrast opposed to his demeanor towards Jake and Jerry a minute ago.