Novel & Cerita Aemond X Lucerys

"Lysander, it's good to see you again. I'm glad you arrived here safely." He smiled warmly. "Im glad you also found your way here, Your Highness." She sighed heavily. "Well, I had to. There’s a problem. I have to see Domenic. Immediately." Lysander’s expression turned solemn. He nodded, but then his eyes flickered to me for the first time. I couldn't understand the colour of his eyes. They look brown and red at the same time. He's definitely a vampire. He looked me up and down, clearly wondering what a human was doing in the princess's company, but he said nothing. He simply turned and gestured for us to follow.

My wolf was still connected to his, and so no matter how much I hated him, I’ll still feel the pain. “Your majesty, please,” I pleaded, my tone soft as I stared King Dominic in his eyes. It felt like staring in hell, his gaze carried a burning sensation that I couldn’t even explain properly. All I could say was that it was nothing normal. Otherworldly. King Dominic finally let him go. Cyrus dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. He coughed several times, just trying to catch his breath. I noticed that he was also coughing up blood.

"You meant that you've failed. Just like the one before you. And the one before him. And every other trembling fool who's stood in this room and offered me explanations instead of results." "Y-Your Majesty..." the healer whispered, his composure cracking. "Please... just seven more days. I beg you. I'll make her wake. I swear on my life!" "Seven days?" A cold laugh escaped him. "She’s been lying here like a fucking corpse for fourteen days already. Fourteen. Are you seriously suggesting I give your incompetent ass yet another week to disappoint me?" Fourteen days? I'd been unconscious for two weeks. The realization made my stomach drop. For two whole weeks, I'd been lying helpless in the Lyc

Adrian asks and points in the direction of the terrified Omega? "Aye," Monty answers. My mate dresses and finally turns around to face his people. Bryce walks up to him, takes his wrist, and raises Adrian’s arm into the air. “All hail the king!” “All hail the king,” the Lycans behind Adrian starts chanting. “All hail the king!” One by one, the warriors get to their feet and join in. Slowly but surely, the chant shifts to “Long live the king,” the voices of the wolves rises up into the air and carries across the land.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

"They're moving fast. They want blood, we have to meet them. Let’s go Kiera." … The Great Throne Room felt colder and more oppressive than I had ever known it. As Alistair and I walked down the center aisle, the heavy stone pillars seemed to close in around us like prison bars. Seated on the raised dais at the far end were the senior members of the Lycan council, draped in heavy fur-lined robes of dark crimson and black. At their center sat Elder Malakor.. the asshole of a terrifying Lycan whose eyes held the ruthless, unyielding cruelty of a thousand winters.

He was something far above that. A Lycan. And not just any Lycan. The Lycan King. A strange mixture of shock and disbelief flooded my thoughts. Dane, however, clearly hadn’t expected this reaction. His jaw tightened as he glanced at the uneasy council members. “You can’t be serious,” he said sharply. “You’re going to let that distract you from the real issue?” His voice sounded more strained than confident now. The council leader’s attention remained fixed on Luciano. “Are you claiming Camilla Lynch as your mate?” he asked carefully.

Not while Lucas was around. June was surprised when she heard this. “But that man isn’t the battle warrior, so are you saying he’s somehow connected to him?” “Have you still not figured out what’s happened?” Liam asked. “General Daniel may not have told me who he is, but I can tell. His name is Adrian Xander, and that name has popped up once or twice in the past. Do you know what this means?” June pondered for a moment before her expression changed. She felt as though a heavy gavel had fallen upon her head as she said, “Are you saying that h-he’s…the legate?”

said Edmund politely. "Follow me. I'll take you to where the sacred Mana Tree is. Have you brought the dragon scales and heart fragments left by Jergintarth?” asked Lycus Lewis. "Yes, I brought it. Some are already in the form of weapons and armor,” said Edmund. "Oh, even better. Put on the armor and hold the weapon in your hand. Then take the remaining dragon scales intact and the heart fragment with your other hand,” said Lycus Lewis. "What for?" asked Edmund, confused.

He narrowed his eyes at the title and I realized that he wasn't completely comfortable with it. “There has been war, targeting mostly Lycans. Most of the lycan clans have been destroyed. Mine is the only one still standing in the south. We don't know who these people are, they move smoothly, too smoothly. The seers say they use black magic. That's all we know” I explained. He pondered for a while, “That may explain how they moved so quickly without being noticed. I sympathize with you and your people. But what exactly do you want with us?”