Elysian Kotlc Novels & Stories

Ely exclaimed and Lucifer became silent when he saw Ely crying forever. "I'm sorry. Let's not fight anymore. Maybe Tita Arra will get up." Lucifer's promise. "I don't know about you!" Ely exclaimed. "Let's ice cream." Lucifer joked hard as he squeezed Ely's soy sauce. "We can go with the adobo. Both have Toyo." Lucifer whispered. "You're the strong Toyo! I'll bite your ice cream. Remember that, when you're not sure!" Ely's promise. Even though he screamed a few more times, he didn't respond because of Lucifer's barking.

The rest of Lee’s paper: Legend has it that the first lycan was named Vakatow, meaning "Origin" in the ancient tongue. Vakatow's creation was a manifestation of Selene's intense emotion, a sculpture carved from the very essence of her being. With a heart filled with love, she breathed life into Vakatow, and he emerged as a humanoid wolf figure, the epitome of elegance and power. This connection to Selene's emotions made the lycans the favored species, the inheritors of her divine legacy.

The wolf’s scream was brief. Lesley stumbled back, her pulse hammering. “What—what are those?” “Remnants,” Elira said calmly, even admiringly. “Creatures that served the dark gods before the packs claimed dominion. Do not fear them… they will serve us now.” But even as she spoke, another shadow beast slipped through, then another, and another… faster than the wolves could react. The clearing dissolved into chaos… snarls, screams, and the wet sound of claws on flesh.

“Eloping? With a Lycan noble? Elsie, are you actively trying to die? Or worse, trying to start a war?” “I’m actively trying to live my life,” Elsie huffed, flicking her braid over her shoulder. “And he loves me, so—” “No.” Ferna raised a finger. “People who love you don’t drag you into political suicide. Lycans aren’t just wolves; they’re dynastic wolves. Their nobles have entire councils, ancient bloodlines, and feuds that go back centuries. You don’t get to ‘elope’ with one unless you’ve lost your mind or your will to live.”

It had been 10 years, and these direwolves were huge, beastly, and ferocious as ever. At once, she saw Nyxar, the black fury, growling, about to pounce on her. She yelled out in the ancient Lycan language: "Vhaln’dir Gryndor, Nyxar, ir’ah Lýkaar dox, vil thar’ak jhor enril dóxa tharh’Lykarin?" she yelled, her voice grating and hoarse, her eyes shut, uncertain of what would happen. The beasts paused at once.

The others joined in laughter, but my expression remained stern, devoid of any emotion. After a few moments, I interrupted their unnecessary amusement, demanding answers from Jake. "What is this about? Why am I called here?" I asked angrily. Jake's face turned serious, and he replied, motioning to the others, "Grumpy is right, fellas. Let's get down to business." He took a sip from his glass, signaling his readiness to discuss matters. "What's this about, you ask?" He then paused for effect before continuing. "Someone answer the lad." Lucas, seated beside me, a fellow Lycan with a dark complexion, spoke up. "This is about a revolution, brother."

Tears leaked down my face as I heard the kid, Alex shouting something behind him but I couldn't decipher anything. That's when I saw him, the real Him. His blue eyes turned into crimson as He snapped his canines at me. My mouth ajar opened with the shock and my heart stopped beating. I felt the air thinned around me as a deep and thundering growl left his mouth shaking everything around me with his raw power. And the last whisper coated with an utter shock I heard from his mouth before I drowned into the darkness was a…. Mate!

If I had been asked Noah's age, I would have put him at twenty-eight, at most thirty but I never thought he would be this old. Noah chuckled, " Calm down, I already see the wheels in your head spinning. Lycans are immortal." My head almost spun, It could no longer contain the information Noah was pumping into it. I walked to the chair and sat with my head in between my head. "Did you just say Lycans are immortal? How?" " It's just how we are. Werewolves slowly age but they still die. Lycans rarely age and we don't die. We only die when our mates reject us or when we're killed." He shrugged as if the words he said hadn't just blown my mind.

It was her best guess. His eyebrow lifted. “Rationality isn’t their strongest trait, considering what they did to us. Someone created a drug not listed in the FDA database. Mercile is the only enemy we have with the resources to manufacture a drug targeted to harm Species and the attack happened at the same time mercenaries paid by a Mercile associate attempted to recapture the female.”

Suddenly, she screamed and ran out of the dungeon. I hated everyone in this pack after what they did to me. I was sold out by my beta to them and I was going to take my revenge on them. My wolf, Waylen, was put to sleep by a powerful sorceress, so for now, I am just like a wolfless Lycan.