Code Lyoko William Dunbar Romane & Geschichten

He looks at my bags, then looks at my face, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "Let me guess," the worker says. "You are the lycan warrior who just let my girlfriend sell you five different sizes of pyjamas?" "She was very persuasive," I say, my voice flat. "She text me five minutes ago saying she held a big wolf captive for an hour." The guy chuckles, leaning his weight against a heavy black stroller frame. "I am Yuna." "Ian." I do not shake his hand. "I need a carriage for the prince. It must be durable."

Malcom was beside him, silent as always. I hadn’t even heard them approach. My father straightened immediately. “Lycan King,” he said, bowing his head. Diane and Hannah followed quickly. I lowered my gaze too, my heart racing. “How long have you been standing there?” my father asked carefully. “Long enough,” Ryan said. There was something in his voice that made the air feel heavy. “Alpha Jed,” he continued, his tone calm but sharp beneath it, “would you like to repeat what you just asked of my Luna?”

The cowering alphas stared from their hiding places in a mix of awe and terror. A laugh nearly escaped me. Omar was right. The Lycan power wasn’t bound. My body continued shifting, enough to become something terrifying. A rogue ran toward Lyra. I didn’t waste any time. I ran after him, catching him by his collar and tearing his throat open with my claws. I turned around, swiping my claws at the chest cavity of a second attacker, pulling his heart out and tossing the limp body aside. I took them down one after the other.

Fate really had a way of making things happen. The other werewolf that Troy had met was a rogue. We have four Lycan kings with hundreds of alpha’s under them to rule each pack. Each Lycan kings had their territory; east, west, north and south. Gray moon pack was under the rule of the Lycan king of the south. “Even when we knew that it was highly impossible that you will be here since you know how we are hiding our identity from humans, we just decided that it won’t hurt anyone.”

“Wish they’d destroyed me a few times.” “Darla seriously.” The other mutters. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying I don’t see how it’s possible. How a human can bear Lycan’s?” “She’s not just a human though, is she? She’s a Sullivan for fucksake.” The other hisses and then they both notice me. I wince for a second like I’m the one at fault, like I’m the one who should be embarrassed. “Luna.” They both gasp and bow their heads.

The white paper on the bed called out to me as I reached for it, squinting when I saw the words on it. Written on it were just two sentences. “YOUR BUNNY IS WITH ME. RETURN TO LYXANT IF YOU WANT HER ALIVE" I read the message and re-read it before I passed it to Fred, so he could check if I saw those words. “What fool took our Bunny?” I wondered aloud as I folded my arms, looking around the empty room. It was neater than the ones we passed, something that calmed my beast for a moment. “They are in LYXANT?” Fred sneered as he balled the paper and threw it on the floor. He stumped on it, acting as if the paper was the werewolf with our mate, and he was taking his revenge on it.

“Okay.” Darius applied the same spell to Carl. Like Scott, a white liquid appeared, which had become a mirror. Darius waved his hand. Scott’s memory appeared again. Darius pointed his hand at Carl’s mirror. “Lyall Wolfe Lycaros.” Lyall appeared in Carl’s mirror, then Lyall transformed into a Lycan monster. In Scott’s mirror, there was also a Lycan monster. They examined both mirrors. “They’re not the same,” Carl said. “Look. They’re different monsters.”

I snapped, getting irritated by his behavior. "My name is Liam," he muttered in a voice that sounded almost like a whisper. I narrowed my eyes and dropped my head on the headrest, sighing loudly. "My name is…" "Little Val," Theo muttered and I huffed in amusement. Liam chuckled and I smiled, raising my brows at the tease. "I never knew I was popular in the military sector, too," I muttered. "Who doesn't know the little troublemaker of the Lycan kings," Liam said and my cheeks heated.

Eager to unlock the depths of my potential and contribute to the well-being of our pack, I embarked on a journey of knowledge and mastery under the patient guidance of William, one of the pack's esteemed elders. William, a wise and gentle soul, was someone held dear by Lucian and respected by the entire pack. His years of experience and profound understanding of the healing arts made him the perfect mentor for my newfound path. Wrinkles etched deeply upon his weathered face, each line a testament to a life well-lived and the wisdom gained through countless seasons. Yet, despite his age, his eyes sparkled with a youthful vigor, radiating warmth and kindness that instantly put me at ease.

“He is my Kian!” “Was!” He raised his voice. “He will be gone. So, it’s better to say he was your man. Now I own this body and my name is Emrys Mizkeal. And from now on!” He announced. “I wish to be called by my name and not his. Kian Nyx Abner will be gone… as soon as I absorb all parts of my soul back! I, Mizkeal, am the lord of Blank Space and soon… I will be the lord of your world.”