Emerald X Lars Novels & Stories

"Shane, I need you to promise to kee my secret." "I'll take it to the grave, my lady." "Your crew?" "If they speak a word, they'll die." "Shane?" "Look, I'm sure our paths will cross agian." She went to say something else when Marvin walke throught the door. "Pardon me, captain, but it appears that The Emerald took much more significant damage than we did."

“She needs to hunt.” Bastard! The leader - Lars I had heard his people call him - turned and looked at him. “Now isn’t that interesting? Sounds to me like you should go hunt her some food then! Hop to it!” Red glowered at him. “I’m not your dog.” Lars chuckled. “Could’ve fooled me.” And he lifted a device out of his pocket and aimed it at Red. He must’ve pressed a button or something because all of a sudden a shimmer of silver wavered around Red’s tan throat, and then, much to my curious surprise, a solid silver collared appeared.

“No idea what you’re talking about. About the northeastern quadrant patrol–” Lars’ deep, accented voice says, “Javi is right.” Normally he ignores Javier whenever he tries to get a rise out of me, since it never works. Until now. And now Lars is actually getting up from his chair to investigate. Damn it. The giant Norwegian blond comes closer to me, peering at me with bright blue eyes. “He’s right. You’re… glowing.” I frown. “Are both of you high? I don’t fucking glow.”

"I'm Larsen." I stare down at his hands, covered in black leather gloves, so shiny I can almost see myself in them. The rest of him is also in all black, including his leather jacket, which has a hood that’s pulled over his obsidian locks. Instead of taking his hand, I just stare, entranced at his hauntingly dark green eyes, the centre, close to his pupil, near emerald in its shade. "Don't touch him. His touch kills,” Stace warns sharply, grabbing my wrist tightly before I can do so much as I reach out.

“And you, my Lady. I was hoping to see you again.” Emma beamed, blush rising deeper at her cheeks. “Lord Larian, this is Lady Elena Ashford. Elena, this is Lord Larian Hartford, of the southern territory.” I nodded, holding his gaze a second longer than was polite. “We’ve met,” I said evenly. “Not officially,” Lars replied, lips quirking. “But I feel like I know you. Your name comes up often.” I wondered whose lips it came from. Vanessa’s? The same noblewoman I’d just seen him brushing hair from her face?

It seemed like a ghost was before them. "As some of you might recognize me. I am Karis Reynolds, former Mrs Karis De Marco and presently Madam Esmeralda from Sky Link, and yes, I am back from the dead to join my family to celebrate such a joyous occasion. The celebration of the engagement of my sweet step-sister Emma Reynolds and my not-so-charming ex-husband, Xander." Everyone's eyes were on me, and despite the fact I had a confident smile on my face, I was nervous deep down because of him.

, Leviathan uttered in surprise, walking towards Larsen with his glass of red wine, " Mr. Leviathan," Larsen called, smiling and shaking hands with him and the honored hosts. "I never heard that the Obsidian Larsen is the party type, it never popped up in any rumor", Leviathan said, " Oh well, I'm not", " Then how come you're here", " Because... he's my guest", Ember said stepping forward with a chuckle and slightly touching Larsen's arm. " Your guest?", the host and Leviathan asked,

She'll never forgive me and fully awaits the rejection when she finds out I wasn't lying about that aspect. Emerald has more powers and strengths than she knows. Playing friendly with Purple Moon made me realize that Declan and Emerald are Lycans. They are worried about them finding out and taking control of their pack and the few others still in control by Lycans. The King, however, is obsessed with Emerald.

Lars asked cautiously. Emrick made a growling sound that had no business coming from a human throat and before anyone could react, he turned on Lars and had him lifted by the throat, leaving his feet dangling inches off the floor. I handed the sword back to my father and tentatively touched his arm. He looked down at my hand then into my eyes. I watched in awe as his eyes turned back to sky blue. Lars was making gurgling noises and turning blue. “Emrick, let him go.” I whispered. He released his hold so suddenly, Lars slumped to the ground.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***