Elysian Kotlc Novels & Stories

He lets out a little tsk as he kicks them apart again, looking at her expectantly. “N-no” Her voice is barely above a whisper, and Lorcan swears he has never heard a more beautiful sound. “No what? Don’t be so disrespectful, kitten.” Lorcan’s voice has an edge now, which Elysian responds to perfectly. “No sir.” Elysian looks up at Lorcan with those eyes again, and for the life of him, he isn’t sure how she can still have such an innocent look in her eyes when she is literally drooling in anticipation to suck his cock.

of the South The air in the subterranean forge was thick enough to choke a human, but for the Lycans of the United North, it was the smell of a brewing storm. Rhea stood over the primary "Breaker-Bolt," a six-foot lance of hyper-refined silver that shimmered with a pale, bioluminescent light. It didn't reflect the lanterns; it seemed to consume their glow, channeling it into the intricate runes Elias had etched into its surface with his own claws.

I said, and Elisa smiled. “You are fighting until the end,” she cupped my cheek. “I promise you I would,” I smiled, and she nodded. “I trust you,” she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, staring back at me were the yellow/golden eyes signature of a Royal Lycan. “Hey, there,” I smiled, and she looked at me with a wary expression. "What's your name, Love?” I cooed, and she took a deep breath; her eyes glowed,

Elthezar is forced to give up a few of the slaves to Ilyich for his army, putting a dent in his profit from the flesh trade. Damn that Lycan! Elthezar curses inwardly. He may be working with Eduard but it is a fragile relationship. Elthezar is not fond of the Lycan emperor and is looking for ways to escape this alliance. Eduard’s deal with the Undead is only fueling his desire to escape but Elthezar cannot find any way out. “How long will you stay here?” Elthezar demands. “My people will not tolerate your presence!” “As if your people can do anything to us!” Ilyich sneers. “You know very well that we cannot die. Only witches can kill us and there are no witches around…”

I positioned myself protectively in front of her, shielding her from the approaching threat, my eyes locked onto the crimson-eyed Lycan. The air crackled with tension as the pack surrounded us, their predatory instincts evident in their stealthy movements. The scent of damp earth and the distant echo of their growls mingled in the night air. My heart pounded in my chest, a rhythmic drumbeat that echoed the urgency of the moment. “Levi, why are you so stubborn?" the Outstanding Lycan with crimson eyes spoke, his voice laced with a deceptive calmness that belied the danger he represented. "Would you rather we kill Jasmine and her family, or would you let us take over this city, peacefully?"

ELARA The fire kept burning in front of me, loud and wild like it had been waiting all day to swallow me whole. I stood there, breathing in the smoke, feeling the heat crawl up my skin, but I didn’t step back. I didn’t even blink. One of the elders raised his hand. His voice came out strong, like he was proud to say it. “Elara of the Eastern bloodline, you are found guilty of breaking sacred law. You carry the child of another while still bound to the Alpha—”

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

I had barely finishing talking before he whipped his phone out and started searching Elias. “He seems legit,” Lorenzo muttered after a few minutes of searching. “And what he said is true, from what I was able to find out myself. He seems to have more information about lycans than I do. Lycans are very guarded, and it doesn’t help that information on them was either destroyed or corrupted.” He looked up at me and nodded. “What do you want to do?” What do I want to do. Tears rushed to my eyes. When was the last time anyone asked me that?

Dain’s lip curled up like he’d tasted something foul. “And if we show teeth?” Marrow asked, “Will the Lycans bite for us, Enforcer? As in the old days? As your ancestor did for our fathers?” “Lycans bite for order,” I said, looking at him until he dropped his eyes to his desk, until his wolf whined where only I could hear it. “Not for kings who cannot hold their own borders. We are not your dogs, Elder. We never were.” The room chilled. Literally. Frost crept along the stone near my boots, lacing the grout in white. A few guards exhaled and their breath fogged.

Pain sears through my side and warm blood gushes down my sleeve, stark red against the white snow. Eyes wide and shaking like a leaf, I stare up and the Lycan snarls above me, breath hot and ragged, its yellow eyes wild with hunger, pain, and hatred. Panting heavily and shaking like a leaf, I weakly hold my side as my mind goes blank. I think this is it. Am I going to die earlier this time? Am I not destined to die of old age at all? With a whimper, I close my eyes and wait for my inevitable doom.