Novel & Cerita Elysian Kotlc

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."

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.

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.

Even females were cruel at Mercile. He pulled back his lip into a snarl as he turned his head again to stare down at the female. Enemy. Human. Kill. He hesitated, unable to do it regardless of his need to seek vengeance on one of them. His lungs constricted again and it was difficult to draw breath as tenderness swamped his senses. It was a foreign concept.

But Elias explodes. He shoves back from the table so violently his chair screeches across the floor. “You’re all idiots,” he spits, eyes flashing with fury. “This alliance will be the death of you all. Lycans can’t be trusted, and this proves it! What more do you need to see that?” His voice echoes off the walls, and tension crackles in the air like lightning waiting to strike. Lillian rises quickly, hands raised in an attempt to calm him. “Elias, please. Just listen...”

Lycans were a myth. “I’m serious, Zaliver,” I said with my lips pursing at him. “So am I.” I shook my head at him not believing him. “Think about it. A species similar to werewolves but are way too different from them—stronger, faster, and better than wolves. I command all wolves. Come on, Vivian,” he said.

Letting out a growl, one reached out an already bloodied clawed hand and swiped it across my back, sending me tumbling to the floor while Elias watched on silently. Eyes flashing with rage, he reached over the side of his bed, producing a sword, and then moved forward, swiping his weapon across one of the lycans chests. A pain-filled howl left the creature's lips as it stepped backward, but Elias had already prepared for his next move. Slamming the hilt of the sword into the beast's gut so he could wait until the lycan doubled over before bringing his blade down on its neck and cleanly cutting its head off. Wasting no time, Elias was on the second lycan, driving his blade through the creatur

Its eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity, a deep amber that seemed to hold ancient knowledge. "What in the world..." Elias muttered, his voice trailing off in disbelief. Luna's heart raced as she stared at the towering creature. She had heard tales of the legendary Lycan, a powerful being shrouded in mystery and known for their unwavering loyalty. But she had never expected to come face to face with one. The Lycan's gaze locked onto Alaric's still form, a low, rumbling growl emanating from its chest. It took a step forward, its massive paws leaving deep imprints in the ground.

Silver-lined restraints hung from their belts as their boots left no prints. Elias stood at the edge of the treeline, his coat trailing behind him like a specter’s shadow. His breath fogged the cold air, but he seemed impervious to it. The forest held its breath as he surveyed the moonlit vale below. “We’re not here to kill,” he said, voice flat and unyielding. “Not yet. I want them alive... all four of them.” “Sir, the lycans are royalty." A soldier beside him hesitated. "If we engage, we risk provoking the entire pack and bloodline alliance.”