Code Lyoko Fanfic Novels & Stories

Wylden's gaze holds mine for a while and it as if he is staring through me and then he whirls around and walks back to the podium without saying a word. ~~~~ The book is somehow like a diary entry, each page stopping at very little sentences but still relaying some messages which I still can't quite place. _"Lycania"_ I read on.. _"Lycania used to be the home of Lycans and Shifters all together. We all lived in harmony and tolerance, until the princess fell in love. Love kills, I tell you. Love does to you what you will never expect. Did I say misplaced trust destroyed us? Love did more than destruction, Love killed us all."_ Entry #2

The Blue Storm Lycan Kingdom surged forward—fangs bared, claws gleaming, rage boiling over centuries of betrayal. Kael stood at the heart of the chaos, cloaked in dark power, his corrupted pack shielding him like rabid dogs. He grinned when he saw me rise. “Still breathing, brother?” “I won’t stop until your heart’s in my hand.” He laughed. “You’ll have to find it first.” Then the world exploded. --- The battlefield was a storm of blades and teeth. Lycan against Lycan. Magic against will. Old alliances shattered under the pressure of truth.

I drop onto the bed screaming because my wounds are pressed. “Cody, please stop treating her so badly. Look at the poor girl, she has to leave her family, the parents who love her, to be your slave. You can do whatever you want, but her life is ruined. Look at her, she is hurt and her dress is stained with blood. I bet you got the guards to whip her and you yourself whipped her too. Why? Why must you do so?” Because I am lying under Cody, I notice that his eyes turn red. “Get out!” Cody yells with his alpha toy. Lily has to obey and leave. Cody then comes to me and turns me over on my stomach. I am so scared his eyes seem red and he is irritated. I do not know what will happen.

He didn't bother greeting us and went straight to the lesson for the day; but this didn't stop Cicilia from continuing the conversation. "So Blake, what do you think are the chances of me being your mate?" Desperate much? And what was this constant talk about mates? It just sounded deviant when these people kept on saying it. Told you this was a weird town. "I don't know, Cicilia. We'll just have to find out at the stroke of midnight," he responded nonchalantly, which surprisingly made me at ease. "If you guys are mates, I would feel extremely sorry for the moon goddess pairing you guys up. My sister is not easy to deal with." This was the other masculine voice who had spoken earlier. Huh, s

“Help! This man is kidnapping me!” My jaw clenched. ‘God, she is completely drunk!’ “I am not kidnapping you,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “It's me. Cassian. Your husband.” Liora froze. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at me, as if trying to see through my disguise. Then she raised her hand. The moment her fingers touched my face, soft, electric sparks flared. My Lycan growled, stirring under her touch excitedly. Liora traced my jaw, my cheek, hesitant yet intimate, as if her body remembered what her mind refused to accept.

Potter- we will pass through then, see her in a distance? No one replied, the elders looked heartbroken too. Troy was just looking me us, Cody was playing with my t-shirt. The Lycans did come through, they stood at a distance and baby amara was smiling. Cody dropped to his knees and hugged himself, crying. I told him to say something and he said " we love you, always remember that" .. I took my mate into My arms and the Lycans took off. This time Cody's eyes where blue, he was hurting but a different type of hurting. Troy- Cody I am sorry.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I replied, "The dream, Mom... I think they're back." She pulled me quickly into a tight embrace, offering comfort and reassurance. "It's okay, honey. It's okay," she whispered softly, her voice soothing. I cried softly, letting out the fear and anxiety that had overwhelmed me. That little girl in my dream was me, and the woman was my mother. It was a memory from my childhood when I had my first encounter with a lycan. I was only six years old back then, and that moment had left a lasting mark, haunting my subconscious ever since.

Lyceon smirked at him but Klyde shook his head in annoyance as the Lycan King disturbed his reverie. “This war is not mine, Whitlock. And I have no interest in it anymore. As someone grabbed my interest and my whole attention.” A sneaky smile enveloped his lips as he looked directly into her eyes. A deep frown marred on Lyceon’s face as He followed his gaze. And everything inside him burned like lava. “Fucking move your eyes away from my Mate!” He thundered, shaking the ground beneath him and Klyde’s eyes snapped to him. Mate?

you bet your ass I got something poking through. The clock rings midnight and hot damn. Abel- Hey there man. I’m your Lycan and our mate is stalking over here to kill this hot little number. I’d ditch the bitch quick. I push my honey aside and see her. Has she always been this hot? “MINE” we both growl and crash into each other. I have to pick her up, she is a little short for me. But her lips are perfect. When the fog of the meeting fades, we look at each other and basically repel.

“This is not real.” “Why?” The Lycan's subtle grin turned grim instantly. “Would you prefer my Darius Throne appearance?” A chuckle that threatened my trembling soul followed. “That will be impossible. I’m done with that cosplay. Now…” His arms circled my waist, and I despised the familiar warmth it brought because it confirmed all versions of my current fear. “How about we have some proper fun?” His whisper became a dagger to my heart. “Just you and me. No cosplays between us.”