Code Lyoko William Dunbar Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes and released a sigh, feeling the stress seep deep into my bones. I would prefer slaughtering my enemies at war than dealing with this now. “Matomenos.” I called out. The room darkened and another human appeared out of the shadows right behind me. I didn’t need to turn to give him an order. “Go to Velmorra, protect the third prince, and if anyone protest, kill them and show my crest as the supreme Emperor of Lycos.” If anything, I would have preferred going there myself so I could show them my wrath. But my little bunny is all alone, she might miss me.

Three men walk in, and I recognize them as Bruce, Chad, and Bernard, the other members of the Wolffian Council. “I am afraid we cannot do that, Reid,” Bruce says abruptly, and my eyebrows furrow at the serious looks they all harbored. “We have a problem.” Bernard states the obvious before walking deeper into my office and taking a seat behind my desk. He was always the more pompous and overbearing one. “What is it?” I ask with a sigh. As if we did not have enough problems already. “It’s that damn Lycan trio,” Chad states with a deadpan. Of course. I should have known.

***** Xandros" Lyrcan elder I couldn't help but smirk as I looked at the list of young LYRCAN members who possessed incredible powers for the upcoming tournament. Each of them had unique abilities that could give us an advantage: - Kelly_VENOM, with her ability to poison her opponents. - Alpha_HUNTER, who had grown up in the forest and possessed exceptional hunting skills. - Gunner_GRAVITY, whose power over gravity could be easily used against our enemies. - Sabre_WATCHER, who had the ability to anticipate the enemy's next move. I felt a sense of pride and excitement as I imagined the potential these young LYRCAN members held. They would be a valuable addition to our team in the upcoming tou

I know I’m the one who keeps pushing for us to end things are be siblings, but something always seems to be in the way. Like a force stronger than our own will. When we arrive at Lolita Lanes at seven, William and his group of friends are already chattering away at the desk in the lobby. When he sees us, we’re waved over. “Nice of you to make it!” William says as we join them. “Guys, this is Evelyn and Olivia, and you already know the lovely Ava.” William’s friends all say hey, and William points as he goes down the line, introducing each person, starting with the tall black-haired girl. “Vivian, Colin, Ricky, and Danger,” he calls.

This guy was talking to him. “Hi.” “My name is Liam. Would you mind if I keep you company.” William glanced briefly toward the crowd where Jacob had disappeared. “I don't mind.” It didn't look like sir Jacob was coming anytime soon. “You're an omega, right? I'm an Alpha.” William's brow ticked up slightly. Wasn't it rude to ask someone you just met their second gender? “Yes.” “I thought as much.” Liam's smile widened, his eyes dropping briefly before returning to William’s face. “The scent of peaches coming off you is intoxicating.”

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

Alice gave him a crackle bag containing two lunch boxes and some snacks, along with cold drinks in bottles and cans. "Thank you?" Karina smiled and warmly welcomed the food that Alice brought. Karina's face still looks curt, she's still angry at Justin. Justin knew that, but he was trying to show that Justin didn't mean to do that to Norman because Norman was someone he trusted. "Doctor Liam is a bit like William James, isn't he?" said Norman. Justin frowned. "William James? Who is that?" asked Justin, who was unfamiliar with the name William James. "That's a character in the anime, he's a spy," Norman replied.

Only then did Zephyr stop and return to Cordelia to hold her cold hands. William’s voice was hoarse as he insisted, “Cordelia, I’m your—” “You’re a stupid and ignorant liar!” A deep voice sounded all of a sudden. The door to the other room opened as well, and Liam and Rowan walked out. In his black suit, Liam held his dragon-headed cane while Rowan looked sinister, like he had just stepped out of hell. William, who was on the floor, looked at both of them with a gape. “Heh, you want to trick me with just one fake DNA test?” Liam wore a stern look. “William Jenner, do you think I’m blind or deaf!? You think I don’t know what you and Yale are up to!?”

“I’m not sure what happened, but she’s scheduled to fight George Windham. He’s from the Dusty Hills Pack. His alpha is William Dunce.” That immediately got my attention. William. Now there was a name I knew. I ended the link after thanking Doris and stood there considering the information. William had been loyal to the crown for years. He wasn’t the sort of man who played political games, and he certainly wasn’t stupid enough to involve himself in treason. “Evidently her next fight isn’t set up.” Both Zayden and Corbin looked at me as I explained what Doris had found. “Well that’s bullshit.” The curse exploded from Zayden’s mouth so quickly that even Alfred glanced up from the IV. “I see you

The brunette, nervous, grabbed the handle of the Night Raven with both hands. “You think you can kill us with this toy?” – a short man of about thirty, with cold gray eyes, asked mockingly. “Marius Waltrim,” William remembered the elder’s name. Standing next to Marius, a tall, blue-eyed brunette - Horace Stinar - chuckled: “And you, as I see it, have moved to the Higher stage,” the man remarked. - Ah ah ah. We should be aware of such things. “I don’t have to report to the Lord’s pack of chained dogs,” William muttered through his teeth, without taking his wary gaze off the advisers. They seemed suspiciously calm.