Code Lyoko Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Someone was playing a violin which he knew I loved. I looked at him in pure happiness. “Do you like it?” I shook my head. “I love it. Thank you,” I pulled him into a hug. He hugged me back. It’s been a long time since we ate together like this. I’ve been busy studying and teaching children in my free time. At the same time, he’s busy in the palace. He’s the next Lycan king, after all. “I’m glad you love it,” Of course, I love everything he does. I love him not because he’s the next Lycan king or my mate but because I love him the way he is. I love him with all my heart and soul.

| • Penelope’s POV This man deserved the title “The Beast of Lycos.” His presence devoured everything, the air, my voice, even my thoughts. One look, and I forgot who I was supposed to be. My voice came out dry and soft as I was entangled under the large expanse of his body. My fingers clawed the coiling snake tattoo on his right arm, as he continued to kiss my lips like it was the only delicious thing he had ever tasted.

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

The Alpha commanded, detecting the air of panic that had spread throughout the room. “You need safety…you need…Alpha Viktor…Lycans! A pack of Lycans just invaded the walls and they’re wreaking havoc and killing everyone!” The guard said and dropped to the ground, that was when everyone else saw the arrow that had been plunged into his back and the nasty scar of a claw on his neck.

I do not know if there are cells here or what action we need to take moving forward. He immediately walks down the hall to my room. Once he disappears into the room, a roar is let out in rage, telling me he has changed into his Lycan form. A crash rattles the walls and the floors, and I look over to Clara, who is guarding her bedroom door with her life. A stance determined that no one would get to Lobo through her, and at that moment, I decided that I would rather die than allow anyone to harm him as well. I move to her side and wait for Onyx to reappear.

Kyrian laughed. "I hate that you joke around a lot. My question is what exactly is making you so happy? Did you win a lottery? Or you got some free pussy waiting somewhere?" Kyrian grinned widely. “I am happy because it’s another beautiful day in Mystic Shadows Fortress and a wonderful day to get some good fuck. I love pussies!” Logan shook his head as he let out a deep chuckle. “You can never be found wanting." "I will take that as a compliment." "Anyways, what do you have to tell me?"

“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.

He nods his head and I place him on his feet. The dark fae we captured all turn to look at him as they shout, calling him a traitor and I roar loudly, silencing them, shaking the dungeons. They all fall silent and I turn my gaze back to Joel when he falls to his knees, bowing at my feet. “The Lycan kingdom. That was where she said she was taking them.” The Lycan Kingdom is a myth, no-one has ever found it. “Where is it?” I say with a growl. He shivers under my deadly aura.

She turned to see the long-haired Lycan, his green eyes locking onto her own. “Mate,” he growled, drawing her closer. Lydia's eyes widened in shock as he leaned down and kissed her, then whispered into her ear, “Don't worry. I know you are not mine. Just pretend.” She didn't know what to do, but she complied; she couldn't cause a scene here and now in the ballroom. She had to play along with the man in front of her. She nodded and hugged him. It felt odd to her, not hugging her mate. She had dreamt of the two of them sharing this moment tonight, and now she was hugging her friend’s mate while her friend hugged hers.

It was my responsibility to foster unity and morale, ensuring that every member felt valued and cared for. My eyes fell upon Lucian, his form resting on one of the beds, his eyes gently closed. When Soren called Lucian the Lycan Lord of Chao’s I didn’t want to believe it. But hearing Lyra confess about Lucian being the Cursed Lycan King—the Lycan Lord of Chaos—seemed like a tear in the very fabric of our friendship. It was a secret she had kept, and its revelation left me feeling unsteady as if the ground beneath me had shifted.