Elysian Kotlc Novels & Stories

Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod. “Ellaine? Do you hear me?” Caeruleus waved his hand in front of her face. “Ellaine?” “Yes? I’m sorry, what did you say?” She looked away at the two and focused with Finrod. “I smell something here.” Margarette sniffed the air at Ellaine’s direction, “Jealousy..?” She sniffed closer. “Ellaine? You smell jealous.” She smiled teasingly. Caeruleus laughed hard. “Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?”

Ayden looked at her seriously and said in a sharp voice: I mean the kingdom of werewolves, and rather, the Lycans. She looked at him to find any sign indicating that he was joking, but he found his attitude very serious, and she thought inside her that he was crazy, so she asked, looking at him, trying to take him as much as his mind: What does the Lycan mean? Are they also delusional like werewolves?

– I use my Alpha tone “That doesn’t work with me Alpha, you can use that tone of voice as much as you like, I am not a wolf, and I don’t obey you” The council has one member of each species, I command our council, we have one representative from the wolves, one from the vampires, one from the angels, one from the demons, one from the humans and we have one from the witches. Why the fuck would they want her seat? “You know that Lorena is the voice of the Witches” – I say

Silence. That’s what five thousand warriors sound like when a five-year-old Lycan pup growls. Elias stood between Kade and Darius, his silver-white fur bristling, puppy teeth bared. He was the size of a regular wolf pup, but his eyes… His eyes were a King’s. Darius’s eyes. "Impossible," Kade whispered, staggering back in the snow. His claws retracted. Even his Alpha aura shriveled. "Lycan pups… they were extinct. The bloodline died with—"

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.

I spat at him discussed. We all my find out… "We all must find our allies somewhere. And at one point in time, our worlds were all one before the Lycans got too greedy," Elijah says. Standing up, preparing myself to leave, I gather all the strength I have and try to alpha command him to tell me who he is. "Tsk tsk tsk," the man says, ticking his finger back and forth. "That won't work here, Caden. First, you're not of true alpha blood, so commanding me is useless. Secondly, your Lycan isn't here to help you, remember?"