Elysian Kotlc Novels & Stories

Luke asked as he looked at the photo and Jayden replied, “He was a tyrant, he would torture and abuse his own pack and even terrorize other small packs. He used to sell the omegas of his own pack; he was basically involved in supernatural trafficking, sex trafficking, human trafficking and a lot of horrible things. And the most of all, he hated humans a lot, and he had killed at least two hundred humans. Kidnapped some and tortured them and even used them as slaves.” “Jesus.” “When Ashley came to know about him, she was the one who had personally killed him and then his brother was made the alpha. But you know what’s interesting? He had a partner as well that was the alpha of other pack. Her

Unconsciously, I inch away from Cyran. He zeroes in on Torek, surprise suddenly slicing his features. 'Another elf.' He spits the word like it's a taint in his mouth, and for some reason, Torek backs away, his hand outstretched to "shield" his sister. 'Found someone to do your work for you, eh?' he asks Dell. 'Point us to Tussel, and we'll let you go,' she says briskly. 'What?' 'That's a little to direct, Dell,' Cyran quips. 'Don't you think? Almost like she's asking me out'. Cyran purses his lips, and a sort of understanding gaze passes between them. I step forward slowly, deliberately. If I have to reason with this new version of Elwyn, we needn't be gentle. Straight yes, but definitely no

THE CLAMOR of the gongs, lost its harmony. The beating drums were shut as the pointed obsidian pour down like heavy rainfall under the sheen of the blue moon. The lanterns that lit the once lively street of a petty dominion- reigned over by the other two nations- arose into flames as it silence the dead corpses lay before the cold pavement. The stench of her Lycanthropy kin's blood numbed into Yseah's wrinkled nose. Her pair of lilac eyes were unbeknownst of the tragedy that occurred in a leap of her heartbeat.

Elias asked. I laughed and stood up. "You are mistaken here, Elias," I growled. "I am not here to negotiate or make deals. I am here to tell you what happens next. I do not care how you will do it, but you will stop all wars against my husband and his people." "The Lycans-" "-are on the borders of this pack, waiting for my approval to come in here and rip out your guts," I growled. "That will end the war because without you as their eye and ear, the council is blind and deaf."

Elisia bit her lips and then sat down on the floor, helplessly. ****************************** Reader's Guide: Elysian Elders - an organization consisting of all representative of the clans of different creatures living in Terra. Wolfsbane - a purple poisonous plant used to kill werewolves.

He stared at Theon for a moment, then took off running. "Did you see his eyes?" Miro asked. "Yes. They're yellow. But isn't he a gamma? They should be blue, right? Just like Theon." "He's a beta." It was Theon who spoke. "Lyall's beta." *** Tadariez

Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona Lesa: She/Her: Full of love and always protected by the communities around her, Lesa isn't prepared for the betrayal to come to her. Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received

His face was completely unrecognizable, distorted by a psychotic, desperate hatred as he raised his glittering sword toward the ridge. "Slaughter them!" Kaelen’s shriek echoed through the pass, high-pitched and bleeding with madness. "Bring me the stray! Tear the Lycan King's head from his shoulders!" With a collective, deafening roar, the sea of mercenaries launched themselves up the steep, icy incline of the pass, their weapons raised, their dominant auras clashing in a chaotic, rotting wave of grey and brown. I turned my head to my mate, my amber eyes flaring to a deep, radiant violet as the fur of my Lycan ancestors began to shadow my jaw. "Elara. The mountain is yours."

Her amber eyes still held a lingering, dangerous spark like embers waiting for the slightest breath of wind to ignite a firestorm. "You changed the landscape of the entire region today," Liam said. His deep voice rumbled through the stone room, thick and resonant, carrying the distinct winter frost scent of his Lycan heritage that always sharpened when his instincts were on high alert. He walked toward her, his heavy armored boots echoing rhythmically against the stone floor. "The High Council is paralyzed. Saed is a ghost in his own empty halls, stripped of his titles and his dignity. But we both know the real war didn't end in that amphitheater."

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”