Elide And Lorcan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Impregnated, embedded in his flesh. “This will pass…” he lied to himself, forcing his jaw to stay firm. “I’m going to rip this shit out. I have control.” The Lycan laughed deep in his mind. A deep, hoarse, mocking, almost indecent sound. “Control my ass! She called you, fuck… Even in the dream. She wanted you. The Predestined… is ours! And you want her more than you want to breathe!” “Quiet… I don’t feel—”

With only Mom missing, it was the closest we'd been to the whole family together in far too long. I was confused and overwhelmed and shocked but it was comforting all the same. At some point, Connor went to get some food and when he returned, we sat on the bed and they began to explain. "I didn't die in a car accident, Ella. That's what your precious mate made it look like. He wanted me gone. Leonardo Loren became Alpha when you were just eleven. That's when I disappeared. It was practically his first action as Alpha. His men came after me and left me close to death, they didn't finish me off because they didn't think I'd live and they wanted to maximise my suffering. But I did."

I had to shake my head to clear it from Yavanna's fairy fog. "You surely think so." I responded then turned to Blake. "You too." "You will not meet Eldora, especially not by yourself. You may not think your not important, but over two thousand warriors and two psychotic Lycans will tear apart this world to keep you safe." Bolton was pissed at me, again. "Two? You and Blake, or Viktor and Blake." "This isn't a game."

Reduced to a mere maid by her wicked stepmother, Elara’s only hope for escape was her fated mate, Alpha Ryker. But on the morning of their wedding, she is framed for dark magic, brutally rejected, and replaced by her evil stepsister. ​Banished, penniless, and shockingly pregnant with Ryker’s twins, Elara thinks her life is over. ​She couldn't be more wrong. ​Elara isn’t a cursed omega. Her silver hair is the mark of the Moon Wolves, a legendary, ancient bloodline of healers. Hunted for her rare blood, she is captured and sold to the Obsidian Lycan Empire to serve Prince Cassian, a dangerously powerful but cursed Lycan who descends into maddening hysteria. ​Only Elara’s dormant magic can

In the end, she would die in a dark, damp ditch with her body torn apart. … When it was over, Lorcan lowered his head and gently lifted my body. His gaze swept over Arwen, Maverick, and finally, across the silent crowd below. When he spoke, his voice was hollow and cold. "You've all seen it. I killed my fated mate with my own hands and sent the Luna of the Moonshadow pack to the execution platform. "I, Lorcan Cillian, Alpha of the Moonshadow pack…" He paused before issuing a command that shook all wolves present. "As of today, I voluntarily abdicate my position as Alpha and sentence myself… to permanent exile."

Marcus returned, folding his arm over his chest, "And I suggest you watch how you talk to me. I raised and clothed you," Lora seethed, "Leave us be and get the fuck out. I don't want to speak to you, not now and not ever," Everyone in the cell room was tense watching the exchange. My heart warmed when I saw how everyone was ready to jump into her defense anytime. She might not be a Lycan, but she had come a long way into proving that she was family and nothing like the wolves. "Lora..." "You fucking heard her," Jared snapped his chest rising in anger, "She doesn't want to talk to you. Get the fuck out and leave us be"

She just wanted this to be over with, and her father had just prolonged it. The other Alphas didn't seem to think this was a very good use of their time either. The match between Clark and Ulysses was over fairly quickly with Ulysses winning. Then, Strand faced off against Lance. It was clear Strand was really trying to win, so Lance let him, and then it was time for the final match. Ellie was so nervous, her leg was shaking. She caught River's eyes across the gym. He smiled at her, and she managed to smile back. But she was terrified. What was she going to do if Blade won?

stop. It had been him. Elric. My fiancé. My fated, my future, the one promised to me under the moon’s blessing. And Liam... Liam, my best friend since childhood, the one who held me when my father first fell ill, who swore he’d stand by me no matter what. They were on each other inside that club, hands roaming, mouths fused, fully naked. Like I didn’t exist, like our engagement, our love, our pack vows meant nothing.

“What your mother did the day she died was heroic. She had originally come to meet your father at this tree they had carved their initials into. But, I was sitting under it instead. Where we were attacked by the dark ones, the same thing that attacked me at our house. The same thing that came after us in the woods. Starla your mother, was the best person I ever knew. She intercepted a sword that had sung my way, it would have killed me. Her labors had already started with you. I helped deliver you on the cold wet, dirt of my homeland. Starla asked me to take you back here. So, I did. Elle took another shot because fuck this was alot. She needed it. She looked at Ann and said what she thought

Elias asked. Leoric straightened. Broad shoulders, expensive shirt, the particular posture of a man who had never once in his life been looked at like he might not matter. He stepped forward and extended a hand with a practiced smile. "Leoric Thunderfang. Elowen's mate. It's an honor, sir. I've heard a great deal about—" "He's also my ex-mate." Everyone looked at Liora. She smiled. Bright and easy, like she was commenting on the weather.