Code Lyoko Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He could only open his eyes and look at a pair of silver high-heeled sandals on the shoe rack. They belonged to the woman. "..." He didn't feel like looking at them, and he didn't want to. He simply closed his eyes and gave up struggling. --- When lyra finished work and sat in the car on the way home, he saw a message from his good friend on myspace. [Yoyo]: "Bro, I feel like this world is so magical." That's all the message said. Lytai, tired from the day, rolled his eyes and replied, "Speak in human language."

It clings to the earth in wisps, swirling around the broken stones of the old walls, veiling the lilacs in ghostly silver. I sit by my window, chin resting on my knees, watching the heavy night press against the glass. My desk, not far from where I am, is filled with crumpled paper. Evidence of my failed attempts at writing a worthy letter that I aim to send to secret and not-so-secret Lycan supporters that exist in the kingdom. I'm not so smart that I can still memorize who are pro-Lycans in the future. But knowing that there are some existing in this kingdom is more than enough for me.

I cracked my jaws back into their place, wiping off the blood that trailed down my lips. A thick curtain of dark clouds knit around them, but they weren’t enough to hide their presence from me. Having a lycan’s body had its own perks. “Looks like I need to kill both of you before I get to your luna. So be it! Before that… I need the other part of Bond and my heart.” “Yeah, we’ll bring it to you served on a platter of gold, oh so high fae lord. No, quite literally, you are quite high in the sky,” Christian yammered.

Lydo whispered to him. He flicked around. He was shocked seeing her. “You’re not real,” he said. “I’m real,” she grinned. “Let him go, Zuka.” Zuka slowly unhands the barman as he switched his gaze to Lydo. “You’re dead,” he mutters. “That’s right,” Lydo lowered her head expressing sadness. She raised her head casting a stone face gaze at Zuka. “You allowed me to die! It’s your fault!” she yelled in an enraged voice.

'So Mel what's it going to be, who are you going to bite, is it sweet but annoying brother Micage or is it hunky big brother Devaro or maybe fuck me hard mate Igaro' 'Your intonations needs alot of working' 'Thanks but no thanks, I like it just the way it is unlike boring old you' 'Hey! I like the blood and gruesome time' 'Very creative, miss horror' I chuckled, Only Lyca can take my sarcastic words and give it back with full force. Well she did teach me... 'So who is it going to be?' 'You forgot about Molly. what if she's Cage's mate' 'I already know you won't let that human be in something out of a horror fiction as this'

“I am already dead.” Peggy screamed and beat the floor. She couldn’t tell how much time was passing; dream logic did not afford her that luxury. For all she knew, her friends were already dead. Worse still, her mate could be dead. Tears blurred her eyes, and she kicked the floor, falling over and through it, standing right-side up again. She screamed in frustration. Then- “The stars are co-” She wheeled around and punched the person behind her in the face. “Ow!” they shrieked, stumbling backward and landing on his ass. Looking up at her, in blue starry robes, with small spectacles and shaggy brown fur, was the Lycan from outside.

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

Flash backs ; In a secluded hideout, the cloaked figures gathered once again, their eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and satisfaction. They had received the report of the upcoming coronation day, a momentous event in the Lycan kingdom. This presented a perfect opportunity to set their plan in motion, to infiltrate the heart of the Lycan abode and sow the seeds of chaos and betrayal.

He asked, with genuine interest. She hesitated a bit…. Not wanting to mention Alistair’s name in front of James. James was Lucas’s best friend and whatever she said to James would likely get back to Lucas. And Lucas was already so sour about Carlos, that any mention of Alistair might just send him over the edge. So instead, she answered discreetly. “It’s something I recognized from my time in the Lycan lands…. They sometimes used the poison on the lands of their their enemies to starve them.”

She looked down, covering her side profile with her hair. "I know why you killed him that day and I also know how you got injustice in return. You deserved better," he whispered near her ears, his own eyes changing into golden flames. Her violet eyes collided with his golden ones. "Who are y ou?" "Your mate and the Alpha of Nighthowls pack, my cursed Fairy," he smirked.