The Night Prince Lauren Palphreyman Novels & Stories

She did not answer, but Mauricio needn't have to hear the girl say yes to confirm that the two in front of him were a couple, so he continued. "Do you even know who this man is? Do you know what story lies behind his identity?" Mauricio asked with despotic sarcasm and exceeding mordacity. And his audacity was boosted when Mauricio saw how Ethan paled at his words. It clearly conveyed a message to Mauricio that the girl was not totally aware of whatever happened in the past, so she was willing to be mated with the Last Lycan Prince; the cursed son of the chosen family by the Moon Goddess herself to be the Royal Rulers of her creations, the werewolves, the Lycans and even to the hybrids.

“Ssh, didn't you know? The young boy you just called is the young Prince Arlan.” My eyes narrowed dangerously, but I still listened calmly. “He is the young Prince? I heard Alpha Kyran had left his position to fix his mistakes. People say that he just wanted to make Luna Mabel return to his side.” “Yes, I know that too, and he must have sent the young Prince to soften her heart. Too bad she is too ruthless. Humph! Proud for no reason. She is just a female alpha. Who knows how she managed to get it? Why be so proud?”

"I am only a spiritual echo, Alpha King. A mere memory left behind to guide the bloodline when the hour grew darkest." The shimmering silver mist gathered rapidly before the altar. It slowly and beautifully materialized into the translucent, ethereal figures of three lost souls. There stood a tall, powerfully built Alpha with long silver hair and incredibly kind, intelligent golden eyes. Beside him appeared a graceful, elegant Luna whose gentle, radiant smile instantly reminded Seraphina of her own mother’s warmth. And nestled safely between them stood a young prince, no older than Aiden himself. *Prince Caelan.* Aiden blinked away his awe, whispering softly, "Mom, look... they're entirely r

his voice faltered as Rhydian’s eyes settled fully on him—“you should not have to beg them for something that can easily belong to us.” The King stood slowly from the bed, the blanket falling away to reveal the black ink veins pulsing just beneath his skin. His bare chest rose and fell in slow, calculated breaths, but his hands trembled at his sides. Aldridge tensed while Iza froze. “I am not begging them,” Rhydian said quietly. “I am choosing to wait... because this—” he held up the Noctra root between two fingers “—is not enough. Not yet.”

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.

What mattered most to him was that she was still a virgin, and he had paid $500,000 for a one-night stand with her. The man, with a perfect body, walked out and entered his living room, where he looked out at the sea in the distance through the window. It was already afternoon, and his butler was waiting for him. "Prince Nicolas, we've identified your ‘another’ destined Luna," the butler announced, placing an iPad on the prince's table along with his brunch. Prince Nicolas, strikingly handsome and undeniably wealthy, a real billionaire, gazed at the image displayed. "Aurora, from the small town of Oakhaven. Are we certain there's no error?"

It was a stain on his reputation. “There was no fairness in the fight between Amanda and I. She was just lucky” Anthony interrupted. How could a man make such a complaint? “Are you not even ashamed of yourself for fighting with a woman? And now you talk about fairness? What have you been doing with your life? You seem too old for such a cheap character. I think you should check that” His shamelessness was out of this world. It was quite unfortunate that a person like Anthony was likely going to be the next Alpha of the pack, if anything happens to Alpha Thor. How was he supposed to handle the affairs of the wolfpack with the tiny brain in his head?

I nodded with a blank expression, my eyes wandering every now and then to the attractive man each passing minute. Who was this man? I wondered. As if reading my thoughts, Lily whispered sweetly, “The Prince is such a fine breed of a Lycan.” Her eyes held so much admiration for him. I rolled my eyes at her, “You’re drooling, Lily.” I chided her, also mentally berating myself for scolding another person for the same sin I was guilty of. Rowan's swearing in process was almost completed. Soon enough, the crowd erupted in cheers as everyone stood up to honour their alpha.

"What in the seven hells do you think you're doing?" The door swung open to reveal a tall, imposing figure framed in the twilight – Kaelen Thana, Alpha Prince, heir to the throne. His gaze, cool and assessing, swept over the scene, taking in Damon's raised knife, Elara's pale, tear-streaked face, and the untouched cleanliness of the room. Damon, momentarily frozen in shock, hesitated. His hand trembled, still raised, but the blade remained inches from Elara's heart. He had never imagined anyone would dare interrupt him.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.