Code Lyoko Scyphozoa Novels & Stories

My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly. After which, darkness.

Sophia’s voice sounded crystalline, vibrating with a metallic reverb. "Signal is... grainy, Sophia," Zero’s voice crackled through a phantom earpiece, sounding like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "You’re in the Buffer Zone. Lucas hasn't noticed you yet, but his pulse-checks are constant. You need to move toward the central spire. That’s where he’s anchoring the 'Soul-Fragments'."

Shaking his head, Lyceon tilted his head and pulled his bottom lip behind his teeth and it broke into a grin which screamed death. “You really tried to do a pup thing and you failed. Now now, let me do YOUR thing, deadmeat.” Lyceon rasped and the next thing happened his claws extended and He penetrated sharply and violently onto his victim's chest, Piercing through his flesh all the way into his heart and plucking the damn dead thing out of his system before tossing his mute and useless body away. Lyceon hummed looking at the blood dripping heart and turned to see the other mate while grinning and crushing it in his palm. The blood gushed out of his flesh filled fist.

"I estimate about twenty or so. Mostly new wolves, but there are a few older ones in the group, as well. Amber tried to get Lycaon to recruit the pack she was in initially, but he had them destroyed." Sekhmet gave a pained look to the room's other occupants before admitting, "I've been a spy for the committee for a long time. We've been watching the situation between Lilith and Lycaon with growing suspicion. That's how I knew what happened in Lycaon's chambers. Anyway, they gave Empusa and I a little magic to hide our scent. I was able to get quite close on my way here," he explained. William gave him a look of surprise, then nodded absently. "Which is why I couldn't smell you," he concluded

"Nothing changes. We find another way." She looked at their joined hands. "Alright," she said. He closed his fingers around hers and closed his eyes and reached inward for his Lycan, and then reached further — past his own warmth, past the bond, toward the faint and flickering thing he had felt the very first moment he scented her. Toward what he had always known was there. Waiting.

I collapsed on my throne, cloak pooling heavily like ink around me, and moved my gaze toward Abaruiz, the grizzled captain of the guard. "Report," I said, my voice low, a coiled threat, the memory of the mind link's urgent message—trouble at the gates—still pulsing in my skull. Luisa turned beside me, distracted by her fragility, like a dagger through flesh, but I wasn't going to leave her now, not at present. Abaruiz stepped forth, his armor creaking, his scarred face grim. "Three Lycans found dead near the eastern border," he said, voice steady but heavy. "Silver in their bloodstreams. Poisoned, Alpha. Deliberate."

Still, I had to do this, before I changed my mind. I started over, my gaze fixed on hers after I’d issued an additional command for her not to look away. “I, Adam Bond, King of all the Lycans wish to formally re – ow!” At that precise moment a wasp chose to sting me on the ear. It didn’t live long afterwards. “Are you hurt?” It was the younger of the two who asked.

The iron door at the end of the lower corridor groans. I hear the heavy, measured crunch of boots on the gravel outside the infirmary window. Two sets. One heavy and uneven, the other light, almost silent. My Lycan rises up behind my ribs, his throat hot with blood-lust, but I cannot let go of Mazie’s hand. If I move, her grip will rip the skin right off my fingers. "He is inside the courtyard," Luka says, his hand going to the silver hilt at his hip. "I can smell the sulphur on him."

"You want to know what the matter is? Well I guess you'll have to fight me.” Hearing that, I smirked, but his assistant seemed to not want him to do that. She immediately shook her head, leaning close to him. Despite that, I could still hear the things she whispered to his ears. “I know you aren't happy, but I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to know. He's a Lycan, and you should avoid being beaten up like the last time.” I didn't say a thing. I was worried and at the same time scared. All I wanted was simple. I wanted to be able to get the lead.

The anticipation in the room grew palpable, and I held my breath as Sarah stepped forward towards the elevated platform, where the pack's eyes were fixated. Sarah's voice carried strength and seriousness as she began her speech. Her injuries had been tended to, and she appeared stronger, resolute. I listened intently, hanging onto her every word. "I took my friend out for lunch, and we were suddenly attacked by a lycan. It inflicted the injury you might have noticed on me, and Sarah was also struck, although luckily she escaped harm. Within moments, another lycan appeared and engaged in a fierce battle with the attacker. We were left bewildered, with no knowledge of their motives or identiti