The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

SKYLA.

I don’t move, the first rule of survival… stay calm… I keep my breathing steady, my eyes blazing plum purple, the exact colour of whatever or whoever that is… we’re pretty far but those eyes look almost… reptilian… I’m not completely sure as I’m not close enough… and then again, there shouldn’t be snakes out here… this is England, not Australia.

I briefly wonder if I actually ended up falling asleep and dreamt that I’m in the land down under. I finally get why they call it that. That place must be hell with the number of things trying to kill you over there.

Focus Sky.

The smell of the earth and the crisp air are enough to tell me that I’m definitely wide awake.

Neither of us moves for several seconds and I slowly rise to my feet, eyeing the reptilian or whatever it is. Wait, maybe it’s a snake shifter! Do they exist? Hell, anything can exist, I mean, I’m a Lycan.

Despite how calm I am, that sense of foreboding is only growing, and my gut is telling me that I should assess the situation and start by getting inside… but before I can, I hear Malevolent meow from behind me.

“Go inside.” I say, terrified for her life as those purple eyes turn towards her.

“Meow?” Malevolent tilts her head, looking at me. She’s on edge. I can see the way her fur is standing on end as she stares into the darkness. I don’t think she can see it, but she knows something isn’t right.

as I begin edging

some reason, I’m unable to see it. There’s a darkness surrounding it and at times I swear it feels like

My pure white fur stands out in the darkness, sadly - unlike Dad, I don’t really blend into the night. I slash out at the thing as I block the doorway to the cottage. No one touches my

and then it seems to materialise fully. I see the body of what looks like a huge snake, its thick body covered in shimmery black scales that hold a dark plum hue to them. It’s gorgeous I give

terrifyingly huge it is. I may be 7

Fuck!

impact knocks the breath from me as pain rushes up my side. I’m glad that it no longer cares about Malevolent. Its menacing eyes turn on me as I jump to my feet, launching myself at it. I manage to throw it off balance for a few seconds, taking the chance to try to rip into

being a damn Lycan if I can’t even damage a pretty-looking death noodle?

Focus girl!

off its fucking huge fangs. Those things can go right through me… but what makes my eyes widen is when he opens his mouth and spits. Out of instinct, I roll out of the way, my eyes widening as I see the cobbled stone path darken under what I’m assuming is poison. Jumping to my feet, I run at it. This time I manage to wrap my arms around it, but no matter how strong

belong somewhere where it’s normal

all my force, but I realise I’m not going to win this. I hate backing away from a fight, but I’m running out of options. The smartest thing would be to get inside or at least grab a sword or something! I need to channel my inner

Yes, I’m living in the middle of the woods and I can

feeling its sheer power as I force its mouth open, my arms screaming in agony as it tries to bite down on me. Fuck, these fangs are so big… I push it in the other direction just in case it uses that poison it spat, hissing when its fang digs into the side of my breast. My eyes flash and I use

Malevolent…