Aemond X Lucerys Novels & Stories

Chapter 101 Lucien POV… “What were you saying earlier?” I turned to the man and asked coldly. “You, you really don’t fear death, do you?” the man questioned. He was on the verge of blowing his top from anger. “That is true. We are not afraid of you and your little toys.” Pete said and I turned to him in shock. This quite brother-in-law of mine seemed to have quite a temper too. But he had the right to be arrogant after all, he has already taken the serum and he was also the black horse in this year’s competition.

It’s always fun to witness someone’s first time in Araphyra. We step out of the car and as he looks around, Lucero steps out of the forest. “Is that a ...” “Unicorn, yes. She has a daughter now, Aine. It was Madelyn’s dragon gift to Lucero and GoldMoon to give them a child.” “Dragon gift?” he asks, frowning at me. “You’ll have to read the book of prophecies while you’re here,” Aolis says, walking up. “Welcome to Araphyra.”

He knelt beside the dead man, wiped the blood off his blade, and then turned his gaze back to me. “I apologize for that,” he said, his voice smooth but dangerous, like silk wrapped around steel. “No true man should ever raise his hand to a woman. Especially not one carrying life.” I stared at him, my breath coming in uneven gasps. “Who…who are you?” He smiled faintly. It wasn’t warm, it was the kind of smile predators wear when they’ve already caught their prey. “My name,” he said, his voice slow, deliberate, “is Aemond. Aemond Blackfyre.”

King Aldric at the head of the table, Queen Seraphina and a young man who was a carbon copy of her sat to his right before Talia. “Glad of you to join us, Lucian, Selena.” The Queen said as we sat down on the King's left. “It's our honour.” Lucian replied and I bowed. Lucian turned to me. “This is the Crown Prince of Ardyth, Xavier.” “It's nice to meet, Your Highness.” I bowed. “It's my pleasure. I've been so eager to see you when I heard that Lucian found his mate. Too bad, I won't get to have him as my brother-in-law anymore.” He laughed.

She came forward to asked more about the war. " If it's the packs of enemies, why are you still here dad? Why call the packs so that we can be ready to fight them!" She asked her father. Lucian already set a link to his Canids packs. He suddenly thinks about his late beta Amir. He's brave and the most kind of anyone in the Kingdom so he let Amir guard his Luna until she gives birth but unfortunately, they both got killed in different instances. --------- Ten minutes earlier " Lucian, be ready, Stark called the Red blood packs to attack you!" Arcela took a quick call to tell him that the Lycans are starting the war.

Rowena, The Alpha werecat from the ‘golden pride’ said. “Keir Frederick is alive and in one piece. That bloodsucker bastard escaped death by my hands once but not next time. Only if his witch hadn't yanked him out of the battle. Bloody cowards!” Lyceon‘s powerful voice resonated throughout the whole room driving everyone to succumb into his authority and belief. He recalled the scene of the war where He lost his last saviour.

I strained my ears to hear what they were saying as their mouths started moving. "Say your name and what you seek here!" A man with a black Chinese k****u hat who seemed like their spokesperson barked, extending his sword, that the encroaching sunset light made the blades sparkle. "I come in peace," Tyler uttered, his hands still in surrender. "I have come in peace from the Kingdom of chronicles, home of the Lycans. Please, low_"

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

His voice held a tinge of urgency as he asked, "Azure, who is that man? He looks creepy,” My voice caught in my throat as I struggled to find the words, my gaze fixed on Devin's menacing form. "That's Devin, Lycan King," I managed to utter, my voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. "He's the leader of the Eirian." The gravity of the situation settled upon us like a heavy shroud, weighing down our hearts with worry and trepidation. As we stood there, a united front against the encroaching danger, our expressions mirrored the gravity of the situation.

"Your brother will do as he's told, or I'll see to it that he leads the next sortie himself, and you'll go with him." After the meal had been cleared away, many of the guests asked leave to go to the sept. Cersei graciously granted their request. Lady Tanda and her daughters were among those who fled. For those who remained, a singer was brought forth to fill the hall with the sweet music of the high harp. He sang of Jonquil and Florian, of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight and his love for his brother's queen, of Nymeria's ten thousand ships. They were beautiful songs, but terribly sad. Several of the women began to weep, and Sansa felt her own eyes growing moist.