Disenchantment Luci Novels & Stories

"I won't deny that Lucian possesses skills, but his true intentions remain shrouded in mystery. What if he's merely using us for his own gain?" Maya, the embodiment of reason amidst the tempest, gracefully steps forward. Her soothing tone washes over the room like a gentle breeze, seeking to assuage the doubts that linger. "Lucas, I understand your apprehension. It's natural to approach uncertainty with caution. However, we find ourselves at a critical juncture. The losses we've endured in this war have taken their toll on our pack. Lucian represents a unique opportunity—a chance to tap into his knowledge and experience."

(Ambrosia) “What kind of fucking Witchcraft is this?” Lucian growled under his breath as we walked down the stairs hand in hand towards the dance floor. “Oh, Lucian, what? You don’t like people taking away your free will?” I purred. I wasn’t looking at his face, but I knew he was fuming. “I’ve never seen magic like this, what is this? What did Rowen do to you?” He asked me. We got to the bottom of the stairs and I waved my hand towards the dj causing him to play a slow song so we could dance.

But there seemed to be a Team B with another forty decipios making sure the thirty were undisturbed as they intruded the minds of anyone who attempted to reach for Team A. Lucianne tried to reach Xandar with her Authority, but three discretus caught her by surprise, tripping her before attempting to plunge their claws through her gut. Lucianne caught their scents and tripped them with her tail. She pounced on the seemingly empty space and found herself standing right on top of one before her canines dug into the discretus’s being, making her shriek and coming into view. One of the other two was the female discretus’s mate, and he too shrieked in pain and came into view as he pushed Lucianne

Her eyes suddenly brighten with inspiration, that familiar look that always precedes her most ingenious magical solutions. "I might have something particularly useful up my sleeve," she says after a brief moment of intense thought, her voice taking on that confident tone that always reassures me. "A modification of the eighth enchantment from Morgana's Codex—risky, but effective if performed correctly." She steps gracefully toward Lucian's frozen form, raising her hands with practiced precision as she begins chanting in a low, steady voice—ancient words flowing like honey from her lips. Mesmerizing magical energy, shimmering with iridescent blues and purples, swirls elegantly around her nimb

He didn’t understand yet that the most dangerous ones wore perfume and whispered love like it was a weapon. Her name was Isolde. She was soft-spoken, elegant. Said she had no interest in the throne—only the man who might one day wear it. Lucien believed her. His father did more than believe. He loved her. “She’s not like the others,” he told Lucien over whiskey. “She understands loyalty.” But loyalty, Lucien would later learn, was just another form of currency. One night after his return, Lucien received a text from an encrypted line:

Luci stood stoic in warning, but it didn’t deter Loki from grabbing my hand. My little legs felt like puddy until sat me down in my favorite chair that the ‘slut’ was staying in until she was willed away. “I think she’s sorry,” I spoke to Luci as he headed to the door. “I touched her when she was telling her lies… and I think my fingers sucked up the bad stuff.” Luci turned, his hand on the door frame, his thoughtful look had me wiggle in my seat. He’s cute when he thinks. His eyebrows furrowed, stepping back in with the click of his fancy shoes.

"Their usefulness is now over, we should get rid of them before we proceed with the next phase of our plan." Ceren who had been weakened from her lower limbs downwards was determined to keep her breath until she sees Lord Adonis. She was certain he would come find them, no matter what Azrail and this strange man had plan, she was determined to be the pin that would deflate the entire balloon of their plans. Lucia eyes were gone. "Is this really my end?" Her tears had been replaced with blood gushing out from her eye sockets. She thought of Audrey, "I'm sorry Audrey."

Hell, I barely admit it to myself. Lucien infuriates me. He’s arrogant. Rude. Reckless. But he also listens when I speak. He notices things no one else does. He makes me feel… seen. And now he’s just gone. Except not gone. Still breathing, but empty. I slam a book closed and rub my temples. My head aches from the layers of enchantments I’ve tried to unravel. Something’s wrong. I know it. It’s not a curse... not in the traditional sense. But it’s also not a natural coma.

Silent tears fell as I listened to them continue. "You're too kind, Lucian." Lily's voice dripped with false modesty. "But really, what does Scarlett even contribute to the pack? She can't hunt, can't fight, can't even shift." "She's good at making lunch," Jack joked, and they all laughed.Including Lucian. I clutched the documents to my chest. The curse's black magic pulsed through my veins, matching the rhythm of my breaking heart. My phone buzzed with Lucian's message:

"I don't care about the world, Eden. If my people are at someone's mercy, I better cut their head and bring it back to feed it to my people. I don't like doing this to you, but you leave me no choice..." Eden was slowly growing terrified of the person Lucien had become. He was such a lovely character in his life before. Did Laura's betrayal change him that much? "W-wait. What are you going to do to me?" "I need answers. I need no fight from you. Olga..." he called for his teammate who appears in front of them from the mirage. Eden gasped at her presence. "A- A witch..." he called her. "A better one than you joined hands with." Bitterness oozed out of his words and actions as he threw Eden to