Aemond X Lucerys Novels & Stories

“Twist thoughts with magic?” Chief Tormund from Blackridge, grimmer than a funeral, chimed in. “We’ve seen what those powers can do. Your brother? He used them to turn soldiers into puppets. Why should we trust you’re any different?” Lyra didn’t even bother with a speech. She just closed her eyes and reached out with her empathy, drifting into the chiefs’ emotions. No tricks, no pressure, just listening. She felt Aldric’s gut-punch of grief, losing his youngest boy to raiders the crown never bothered to stop. Tormund? He simmered with resentment, decades of watching his people bleed for causes they never agreed to.

Her long silky white hair had a bluish tint in it and partly hid four velvety horns that slightly branched out into forks. “Let me introduce you all,” said Damien, “This is Lord Ombra of the Shadow Dragons and Lady Lucille of the Dragons of Light.” The lady made a slight curtsy at the mention of her name. “Ombra, Lucille” continued Damien, “This is Dorin Silvius a wind mage, that there is Sebastian Revious an enchanter, and this fire mage must be...” “Johan.” Johan answered, “I’m Johan Ignacius.”

He leaned back slightly against the monument, his hand pressing briefly against his forehead. “I don’t know how to help her,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t know how to comfort her… I don’t even know how to wake her up.” A bitter laugh escaped him. “I’m the Lycan King… yet I’ve never felt this useless in my life.” His voice dropped. “What’s the use of power… if I can’t protect the one thing that matters?” “My king, the documents you requested are in your office,” Carl’s voice came through the mind link, breaking the stillness.

I asked before I could stop myself. The healer seemed unsurprised by the question. "He is recovering." The tightness in my chest eased slightly. "He sustained more injuries than most people realized." My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" The healer hesitated briefly before answering. "The duel lasted longer than expected. The Lycan King pushed his body beyond its limits. Several old wounds reopened during the battle." Old wounds? For some reason, that surprised me. Theorone always appeared invincible. Like a man who could crush mountains beneath his feet.

"The beam was falling right for us and he just threw himself over us. I tried to push him off but he would not move." The young Lycan's eyes fluttered open, focusing on me with difficulty. "Your Majesty," he rasped. "Did I do right? She said we are all one people now. I just wanted to prove it." "You did perfectly." My throat tightened. "What is your name, soldier?" "Marcus. Marcus Stonewell." "Hold on, Marcus. We are getting you out." But even as I said it, I saw the amount of blood. The way his breathing rattled. He was dying.

The guards replied and Duncan proceeded in questioning them starting with the girl. “Who are you working for?” Duncan asked the girl sternly but she did not answer. Yet her eyes were firm against him. Duncan could tell she wasn't the easy type. But still, Duncan was the lord of this place and they were going to answer to him no matter what. The boy seemed to realise that and so he spoke instead. “My name is Emryn, and I am a necromancer.” Duncan nodded, urging Emryn to continue. Maybe he wouldn't be so tough on them as long as they spoke the truth. There was nothing Duncan hated more than lies.

We are the sons of the entire Lycan royal family, so pay close attention to what you say and how you talk to us so that you are not punished, human being. sera was going to answer her angrily, but this time Ayden spoke as he looked at Mandy and said to her very angrily: Mandy!!!! Never talk like that. You and him are the ones at fault, not her, since I went downstairs and you've been talking in a way that isn't good, and now apologize to her at once. If you are members of the royal family, who are you talking to now? She is the queen of the Lycan kingdom, everyone's Luna, and the companion of King Ayden Alpha, the Lycan king. Mandy with hidden anger: But Ayden....

After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn. I felt honored that she approached me. She didn’t approach anyone else, but when she did, I felt her mind reach out and touch mine and Kella’s. ‘Sister of my sister, it is good to meet you.’ ‘Hello, Lucero,’ I say and feel Lily enter our mind space as if we are all part of one pack. Lucero leans in, sniffing my stomach. ‘Your son will be a great ruler, just like his father,’ she says, lifting her head and looking at Drake. ‘Peace will remain between the Fae and the vampires for centuries.

most were already gasping for air “...very, very slowly.” “Oh, dear Lord.” The familiar voice from behind softened Lucy as she released her compulsion strangulating the rogues but still kept them rooted to the ground when she turned and offered the vampire empress and her party a small smile. “Pelly.” “Aunt Lucy, Uncle Xandar,” Pelly greeted as Octavia, Rafael and Amber offered brief waves or nods, all sheepish that they couldn’t get here sooner. Wasting no more time, Pelly expanded her Authority up ahead the way Lucy did earlier, hauling back the creatures under her command.

She felt a sense of comfort and safety whenever he was near. After a while, Marcus turned to Amelia, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "So, Amelia, your father is quite knowledgeable about fighting demons and creatures. How did he acquire such vast wisdom?" Amelia chuckled, her eyes sparkling with pride for her father. "Lanks has spent years traveling, exploring ancient libraries, and seeking guidance from wise mentors. He has encountered many supernatural beings in his journeys and has dedicated himself to understanding their ways. His experiences have become invaluable in our battles against darkness."