The Unknown Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

However, fate had a different plan in store for her. As the dreaded lycan prince, Adrian Caleb, arrived at the pack estate, Alessia's life took an unexpected turn. Adrian was captivated by her beauty and spirit, and he took her away from the pack to be his personal maid and live with him. Alessia, although initially hesitant, found solace in Adrian's presence. With time, their bond deepened, and Adrian realized that Alessia was the girl he had been waiting for to assume the throne as the Alpha King.

"I can smell it from here. She has no wolf. She's an imposter!" Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd. "He's right," another voice called out. "How can a human be the Lycan princess?" "This is a trick," someone else shouted. "She's trying to deceive us all!" The accusations grew louder, more Alphas voicing their doubts. Leila stood still, her hands clenched at her sides. Prince Darius stepped forward, his aura flaring dangerously. "How dare you question my sister's identity!" "Then let her prove it!" the first Alpha challenged. "If she's truly the princess, she should have the royal power. The ancient texts say the Lycan princess possesses the power of absolute command. She can make

I still couldn’t make sense of the uneasy feeling to all of this, but I would just have to sort this out as I went. “If she is alone, then I may do some reconnaissance and make my move tonight, ya know, like early morning when everyone is asleep. If she is alone, she will be easy to grab.” That’s when I saw Ethan hesitate a little, a frown pursed his lips, and I could tell my later words were in dispute. “Or is there something I need to know?” Evan rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, she’s not your average female. She’s a Lycan princess.” I saw the sincerity on Evan’s face, and I felt myself sigh. This was not going to be fun.

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

She had no one to guide her, fearing her parents might find out. Aliyah kept her abilities to herself out of fear that the kingdom would see her as evil and compare her to her witch aunt, who waged war a year after her parents’ reign. How do I know this? Because I am Luna, also known as Aliyah Collins, an 18-year-old first-year college student majoring in fashion design. I am the daughter of the Lycan King and Queen. So, yes, I’m a princess. But as I mentioned, I am not like them. I don’t have a beast, so I cannot shift into my lycan form.

Slowly inhaling and exhaling, my heartbeat slows and I am finally able to form a coherent thought in my brain. “I don’t know anything, Healer Anderson,” I start all over again, “I don’t even know why I’m here with the werewolves when one of my parents was a Lycan.” “The missing Lycan princess was born to the prince of the Lycans,” Healer Anderson begins, “but he disappeared one day. He ran away with a human woman. It is said that they eloped and had a child, hence the missing Lycan princess. Only a few people knew about their whereabouts but they never gave any information.”

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.

I looked nothing like that weak girl from Silverlake. “We were never weak Alari, we've always been powerful, and now it's time to show it!” She said, my tears drying as I let her words ring loud in my head. “I'm not weak!” I growled at my reflection, my purple eyes glowing violently as anger replaced the fear. I was never weak, I was never a wolf-less runt, or a slave! I've always had my Lycan, I've always had my magic. I am the daughter of a Goddess blessed Lycan Alpha, a King and an Elven Princess! I was never weak!

She said and for minutes, there was this deafening silence from the inside of the room that stretched for hours. That silence was suffocating, scary, and it screamed for me to take to my heel, but I couldn't move. It seemed more like my body had a mind of its own— It wanted me to stay until the end irrespective of how it would break me and what it would cost me in the end. This had to be a nightmare. Suddenly, Thorne’s croaked voice broke through the silence. “What…what…what…” “Your beloved mate, Freya, is the Lycan Princess. She is the daughter of the same man who had killed your family, and she is currently carrying your babies. Your father-in-law is the same man who you hate so much” Her

“Piss off, Chris. I’m not gay. My problem is that my mate is a witch.” Chris’s smile faltered, his brows pulling together in confusion. “Wait, what? A witch? Dude, that’s impossible. Werewolves don’t get witches as mates. That’s unheard of. The Moon Goddess must’ve made a mistake.” I ignored his comment, grabbing the files and flipping through them to distract myself from the growing frustration. “I don’t need a mate. Mates are for weak men.” I shot him a smirk. “Weak men like you, Chris. And yes, my mate is a witch. The same witch I’m supposed to protect, ironically. It goes against the Lycan law. The pack would never accept a half-witch as Luna.”