Aemond X Lucerys Novels & Stories

Emily was next to Ethan, smaller than both of them but grinning when she saw me. "Mira," my father said, opening his arms. "You look well." I let him embrace me. He smelled of pine and old leather. Like home, if home hadn't been a place where obedience was the price of belonging. "You didn't tell me you were coming so soon," I said, pulling back. "Emily gave us the news, and I saw no reason to delay." His expression was warm. His tone was not. "We wanted to express our support to the Lycan King — and to you, of course. This business with the former Luna must be... complicated."

Amethyst After Adrik left with Celeste, I felt cheated. While I knew the spells myself, I knew that Lucy wouldn’t be able to handle anyone coming to her the same way. I was worried. The Lucy that Celeste had brought back from that place was not my vibrant daughter. Shew was nothing but the shell of the girl that I had raised and showed the beauty of life.

Jacob stated in shock at what I've implied. "Shut it! it's already been decided " I said as I shushed. Sudden mana was all over the place and all of us were stunned when we saw Maximillian Velry. One of the descendants of Marianne Velry. A royal blood, he was supposed to rule us all but instead his brother Austin Velry inherited the throne. Maximilian doesn't want any position that isn't right for him. And most importantly he is the founder of Alzean Academy who's in his mid-80s.

Just the thought of his name was enough to bring forward memories that he had spent the past centuries suppressing. Lucian Snowe, the baron of Harstark, a man he had told his deepest desires and broke bread with, a man he called friend, a man he once recognized as blood, a brother. It was always ironic how life played out, Evander mused remembering the brunette currently at peace in his bed. We fight so much to get revenge for what was taken from us and end up losing more in the process. Yes, life sure was ironic.

Everywhere I turned I was compared to her from his family, to the press and even the public. I stood up when Aemond Alistar walked down the stairs, looking as majestic as ever. He was almost like the exact image of Axel, just like he was the older version. He had streaks of gray hair scattered all over his black hair, his eyes were the exact blue color with Axel. They were the same people but the older version. He was a very powerful old man, even as he grew older, he still carried that grit and he was well respected. He walked with so much aura oozing out of him.

They stopped in front of us. The witch with black hair and brown eyes, standing on the left, bowed down and said, "This is our Supreme, Cybele." She gestured at the one in the middle. "I am Jocasta, and this is my sister Delphine." She pointed at the right side, and the blond-haired witch lowered her head. "It's a rare pleasure to meet you in Grand Lunaville," Tyrion started. "I am Alpha King Tyrion Venard, and"—he gestured at me—"this is my mate, Luna Aria Seymour. Now, shall we get to the point of our meeting?"

“I did not abduct him, but I know how to find him. Tell me, Lucy. Why are you collecting gifted beings? Is there a threat I should know about?” “Ryden just acquired the fire element from Amelia.” “Oh, my.” A wide smile broke out from his face. “Don’t you feel a little jealous over them? I mean, you’ve waited for two decades to have her in your arms again.” “Shut up, Baldy. Tell me where to find Ren. But wait.” I looked at Lucius. “What did he mean by already? What are you not telling me?” “Good deeds take wings out.” “You know about this and you didn’t tell me? What else do you know?” I felt hurt that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me how to get my real wings.

Then something Aworyn said echoed in her head. Son of Wulric? Emory squinted at Dante. She couldn’t believe it--he was related to Lycan King Wulric, and as if to confirm it, the wind seemed to carry his name on its wings. It didn’t make any sense; the Moores were not of noble blood. There was no way in hell Dante was related to Lord Rydell Wulric, the second son of the first king of Morrian. “Son of Wulric?” she asked him.

Worldly in a way of exploration, Xavier carries a brain of vast knowledge that always strives to know or see more Lycer: He/They: Isolated and yearning for community, Lycer never meant to befriend another. Especially someone such as Celeste. Still, he sees those around her treat her as an outcast and something in him can't help but become her friend. Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona

Make someone flinch. Elarion didn’t. His expression didn’t even flicker. The muscular guy’s grin widened. “My name’s Aurel Lysel. From the House of Lysel.” The Clan of Lysel. A noble house. Old blood. Known for warriors. Their ancestors were said to defeat dragons in the past. Aurel finally released the grip and gave a single approving nod. “You’re strong. I like that. How about we become mates?” Elarion blinked once.