Code Lyoko Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It always had been. Now though, Lyrics' son was part of this fucked up game and I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him. He was part of Lamia and was part of Lyric. I promised to protect him and I would. “Lyric I thought he had hurt you,” I say coming too. I feel her. I smell her. Without opening my eyes I reach out and pull her over me, finding her mouth and covering it with my lips. “Mine,” I growl out in reverence.

I can't believe I turned from the rejected girl, beaten and maltreated in her pack, into the girl Jaden loved and was actually called the future princess of the Lycan kingdom. Oh God, this seems so unreal and I can't help my tears of joy as they cascaded down my cheeks. The Lycans are very powerful, and if they attack Aurora with their armies now that she least expects it, there is a high chance of winning. Maybe this might just be the end of my fear. It might just be the beginning of that happy life I dreamed and hoped for.

"Why…? We should take her out of Holy Bond pack, Shod." "Your daughter is already out, Shod." We abruptly got to our feet and stared wide eyed at the newcomer right out the wooden cage. "Festin..?" "Do you know him?" "Yes, I do. He's…" "I'm the lycan that heard your prayers."

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?

The next day,Mason woke feeling like he had been crushed by a bus,he looked beside him and there was no Ste-phen which he had expected,he felt like Ste-phen acted like the previous night because of the bond and he just went inside the bathroom to freshen up and get ready for school.He smiled as he remembered that his bullies have been taken care of,He opened the wardrobe and saw it filled with new clothes all thanks to the big and grumpy Lycan.

"Will be disposed of." The room fell silent at that. I swallowed hard. "He'll choose all of us," one of the other girls said finally, defiant. "Why send so many of us otherwise?" The blonde girl looked away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. This is the Lycan King we're talking about. He's a beast, an animal. He only wants what he can use, and he doesn't want to use any of us for long." I shivered, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold.

Noah We run until we can’t hear the vampires anymore, coming to a complete halt next to a fantastic lake in a canyon. We are miles and miles from the others, but most of the Lycans managed to keep up with me. “What the fuck was that!” Lyric exclaims as I gently lower her to the ground. She tries to push me away, but unlike Gannicus, I don’t budge. “I thought they loved their humans.” “They do,” I say and look around for something to sit on.

“Most lycans stop aging at twenty-one and we live for hundreds of years. It’s why there aren’t so many of us. A single lycan could wipe out an entire pack. We’re older, faster, stronger and smarter. We’re hard to kill.” “But not impossible.” She was silent for a moment. “Yes, it’s not impossible. You’d have to get your hands around their heads and rip it off or rip their spine out of their backs. Good luck getting close enough.” I didn’t ask about lycans anymore. The dress that she picked was beautiful. It was a light blue color with white flowers all over it and it stopped mid-thigh. It made me look soft and innocent which was a far cry from what I was.

“I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.” Jenny couldn't be sure that her father even spoke of the right person — the one who had saved her on that night, whose scent she sought, but she needed her story to fit in. “Yes I do, Father. He talks to me about it sometimes, and it's indeed heartbreaking.”

said Liam. “I hate my things to be touch,” he growled and punched on the locker. His throw was so strong that the door fell down, broken. ************** Meanwhile in another alternative time “Dad, your time is over,” she said while pointing a gun towards him. Her eyes turned black. The woman standing with him gasped. “Zira no,” the woman screamed but she already pulled the trigger. ************** She took him away from school’s land and let her hand go slowly.