Elysian Kotlc Novels & Stories

Ezekial asks. “Yes.” Juan replies. “Then it is done.” Elder Mab declares. “Alphas, Luna, you will send word when your pups have been born. We will draw up the treaties and on their eighteenth birthday they will ascend the Lycan Throne.” The entire room seemed to watch us, watch my Mate. I growl out my ascent before taking Rosalie’s hand and leading her from the room. Cain follows behind. None of us speak. We all walk in silence as though we are too stunned to say anything.

They all chorused with confidence and readiness. Then the Royal Crest Pack burst in, and both wolves and Lycans began to fight against each other. Blood was shed, and the Lycans were the one at advantage as they were slaying wolves like it was pretty easy for them. All of a sudden, the wolves moved their second plan into action, and then began to shoot puffs of wolfsbane in the air until it became smokey, and looked like mist. Elias fell to his knees as he inhaled a lot of the wolfsbane, and he began to cough out blood, and became so weak that he felt he was close to death.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Elias hesitated, teeth worrying his lower lip. "I... I heard something. After. When I was falling asleep." Lucian’s hand stilled on his back. "What did you hear?" "It was...words. Not English. Not anything I recognize. But I understood them. Sort of." Lucian pulled back just enough to see his face, his expression sharpening immediately. "Tell me," he said. Elias closed his eyes and tried to remember. "Valarieth... ien kal’dros... ien savern varak," he whispered.

I was grateful that he had rescued me but wasn't he suppose to let me go? He walked ahead of me, not saying a word. I felt like I was in a dream, and I was scared of what would happen next. Finally, he stopped in front of a door and gestured for me to enter. I slowly opened the door, feeling my heart racing more and more. Inside the room, there were portraits of him and I realized it was his room. He gestured for me to sit on the bed, and then he began to introduce himself. "My name is Jacob and I am the alpha of the Bluefire pack," he said. "I am the only son of my father, and I need a mate. I have been searching for someone for a long time, and I think you may be the one."

“If we spill a single drop of blood in this place, the Node will lock us out forever. This is a sanctuary, not a battlefield.” ​“Elara, they’re closing in,” Killian said, his body tensing as a massive Lithic-Alpha—a beast the size of a small van with fur made of blood-red crystal—stepped into our path. Its eyes were twin suns of blue fire, and its breath came out as a puff of diamond dust that sparkled in the dim light.