Thorne Princess Lj Shen Novels & Stories

“She’s mine. I marked her neck, her tits, her thighs with my teeth. That womb is going to swell with my seed. Touch her without my permission and I’ll rip your fucking throat out and fuck her on your corpse.” Thorn the leaner, flirty stud with sharp features and a cocky dangerous grin. He stood between them rolling his eyes. He was the wildcard. Not as massively built as the other two, but still huge. There was a playful look in his eyes that made my stomach twist “Both of you sound like desperate dogs fighting over the same juicy bone,” Thorn drawled crossing his arms over his chest. “We all drew the card tonight. We all get to ruin the Crown princess. Fighting about who owns her is just wa

Standing on the dais, Ryker's commanding voice echoed through the microphone across the Neutral City: "Tonight, the Lycan Royal Family has something of utmost importance to announce to the entire North. Our supreme Lycan Princess, lost to us for eight years, has finally returned to the throne!" The hall instantly erupted into cheers and applause. Every Alpha looked up at the dais in excitement, eager to catch a glimpse of the mysterious Princess. The spotlight slammed down. The throne in the center of the dais slowly rose. Jaxson looked up with hope. He thought this was the perfect time to suck up to the Royal Family, thinking that if the noble Princess was in a good mood, maybe she'd help h

"I always find another way." "The Shark... still thinks he can negotiate with the tide," a voice echoed from the darkness. Jinyan didn't reach for his gun. He didn't even look up. He knew the gait. He knew the scent of expensive tobacco and expensive cruelty. Elias Thorne stepped out from the shadow of a leaning cedar tree, his face illuminated by the flickering embers of the cottage. "I told you the debt was deferred, Jinyan," Thorne said, standing at the edge of the crater. "But I didn't even realize the interest rate was this high. The Lisbon Anchor... he’s a vengeful ghost, isn't he?"

Thorne met us personally at the Bear Lands' border, his expression carrying genuine gravity that immediately confirmed whatever prompted his urgent request wasn't a simple, minor concern. "Thank you for coming so quickly," he said, embracing Gina carefully given Selene's presence before turning to properly acknowledge the rest of our party. "What's happened?" Gina asked immediately, understanding didn't allow for extended pleasantries. "Old Brenna discovered something," Thorne said. "Three days ago, during her regular meditation near our territory's oldest standing stones. A vision, though considerably clearer and more specific than her usual, general prophetic impressions." "About Selene sp

I stood up from the bed and helped Margery gather some hair brushes from her vanity. “Lydia!” Margery sighed as she threw down the shirt in her hand. “I know it's a bad idea but it's the only idea!” My steps faltered as I paused and turned to face Margery. “What do you mean?” “Look,” Margery sighed deeply. “Vren is a prince of Thoranelle. His mother is powerful, ruthless but also the only reason for peace between Thoranelle and the werewolf packs,” “I don't think I understand,” I shook my head as my thoughts raced.

That seemed to have caught everyone’s attention and people started gathering around, ready to hear what the Lycan King had to say. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” Dad cleared his throat and started. His loud voice boomed throughout the entire ballroom. “I am really grateful to have you all present here today. It’s now time for me to announce my successor and satisfy your curiosity.” There were a few chuckles heard from the old Alphas present at his words. “I would like for all of you to meet my daughter, and the next in line to be the Lycan Queen. I present to you Princess Olivia Evans, my beloved daughter, my successor to the throne.” He announced with a proud smile on his face.

Perhaps Zina and her mother knew this and that was why they had harbored and still harbouring resentment towards her and her sister. And perhaps they would kill to make sure that truth never came to light. Her thoughts spiraled like ink bleeding through old parchment as she hugged her knees tighter, the cold stone of the dungeon pressing against her back, grounding her as her mind threatened to unravel. Annora Thorold, a princess of Elyria. Dead? Most definitely. Hidden? It would seem someone wanted it to be so. Erased? Not entirely.

Nimuel gaped at him, "Haz'th, is the Princess... dangerous?" Haz'th chuckled. "Only the reflection, Lady Nimuel. Princess Saayan is as just a ruler as they come, but she does not have a very friendly personality. She is seriously misunderstood, but her subjects revere her." They crossed a small wooden bridge near the edge of the forest, to a small alcove. This place looked like a small and simple village- a few wooden huts and a few cattle roaming around. To Aelanor, it looked as mundane as a rustic mortal village hamlet.

Her eyes held the particular depth that came from witnessing centuries unfold. "You're Selene Thorne," the woman said. Not a question. "I am. Though I'm not here in any official capacity. I'm " "A scholar now. Yes, we heard." The woman's smile was knowing, not unkind. "I'm Mira. Welcome to Thornhaven. We've been expecting someone like you eventually."

Serenya’s pulse pounded, but before she could answer, another voice rose—clear and defiant. Eloria Thorne, the rival princess from the neighboring realm, stepped forward from among the gathered envoys. Her golden gown shimmered like sunlight against storm clouds. “Enough, Duke,” she said, her gaze fixed on Serenya. “I have crossed swords and words with this woman. She is no impostor. And though it stings me to admit, she carries the weight of a crown in her every step.” A murmur surged again—Eloria, always ambitious, siding with Serenya? The court rippled with unease.