Flyboys Lucienne Novels & Stories

Emilia barely sat before Lucien stepped into the cockpit, taking the controls like he’d been born in that seat. The engine stirred beneath her like a living thing. By the time they were airborne, flying into the inky night, the silence around her had teeth. When he came back, he looked different. Loosened. Like the sky had peeled off the layers the ground had wrapped around him. He didn’t sit across from her. He sat next to her. Close. Too close. “I hate flying,” she muttered, not looking at him. “No, you hate not being in control.” His voice was low, his breath brushing her cheek. “Big difference.”

Very odd! *** LUCIEN *** Hey, cut it out. You're not allowed to touch me, only she.... Dammit Lucien you're a bird. Whatever, I moved from one of Natalia's shoulders to the other to evade and escape the grasping hands of bitch girl who couldn't seem to catch a damn clue.

The next day, Lucille took off to Marvonia. Since Spencer had matters to resolve in Whiteloop City, he didn't go with her. However, he arranged for Bethany to tag along with her. Unable to refute him, Lucille departed with Bethany. When Lucille's flight landed in Marvonia, it was about 7:00 pm there. A few people were waiting for them as soon as they touched down. The man in front of the group, who was dressed in black, went up to her respectfully. "Greetings, Mrs. Layton. My name is Flynn Camden, and I'm here under Mr. Layton's orders to send you to the hotel."

“Lilian won’t even look at me after this.” “She will,” Nyssa said. “But only if you go back.” Lucien didn’t reply. He just leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. “Thank you,” he said again, his voice low. Nyssa hesitated for a second, watching him the quiet vulnerability he tried to hide. Then she turned and walked away. By the time she returned to the pack, the fighting had died down.She slipped through the side gate. When she entered the house, she found Lucy and Lilian in the living room. Fabian was lying on the couch, his face bruised, his shirt torn, and blood still staining his jaw.

the key still warm in my pocket from her storm-magic. The Court’s gift—time off, no classes, no quests, just a group hug and “go be disgustingly, beautifully in love,” their voices echoing in my mind, warm and teasing. Days blur into raw, consuming perfection. The flying is everything. It starts innocent enough—a lazy morning stretch, Lucian’s wings unfurling slow, copper scales catching the sunlight like molten metal. **Lucian (voice low, teasing, breath hot against my ear):** “Want to chase the horizon, wife?”

“No, that’s not true! Olivia is my true love. How could I possibly kill the person I love most?” Lucien clutched his chest, his brows tightly furrowed in pain. He refused to believe that he was the one who caused my death. His abnormal reaction immediately caught Emily’s attention. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm. “Luc, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Suddenly, Lucien shouted toward the cockpit. “Turn the plane around! I need to go back! I need to see Olivia!” “We’re about to arrive in Nueva York! We can’t turn back now! We don’t have enough fuel either! Luc, what’s gotten into you?”

"Does your school use some type of special cleaner? Something that smells like grilled pineapple and meadows after the rain?" Lucas looked at me like I grew two chins. "No?" "Huh..." Maybe it was someone's perfume. But from the look of it, Lucas' Lycan senses didn't pick up the scent. For some strange reason that made me happy, like I didn't want him to. What a funny feeling it was to want to keep some random scent all to yourself. ______ SELENE [8:33PM] [The Lycan Vacation Mansion] The party was booming, I could tell even before leaving the vehicle that was sent for me and my family.

SIXTY TWO: JESSICA'S POV The flight back to America was nothing compared to the one to Paris. The air here was thick with tensions. Lucian sat beside me, his expression was blank but dangerous. His jaw tightened as he typed endlessly on his phone. I wanted to say something but I was afraid. Maybe I should wait until he finally calms down. So I stayed silent. The only sound heard was the hum of the jet engines. So I brought out my phone. I wanted to feel a little busy but my mind wasn’t helping things. I always end up staring at Lucian and this time he was on the phone.

“She’s from the Wolfless Zone.” That finally earned a reaction. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “A lowborn immortal?” he asked. “Yes.” “And Hevian accepted her?” Lucien’s thick brow almost form a line. “Not publicly.” Eshnu smirked. “But emotionally? You should see it yourself.” Lucien went silent. The distant sound of laughter drifted from the taverns nearby while rain began tapping against rooftops. After several seconds, Lucien spoke again. “You asked me here just to gossip?”

Lucien’s mouth was that glorious to make one forget about caring. “Spread your legs wider, Nicolette. Don’t worry about falling. You have my wings to support you.” Huh? What did he just say again? Wings? “Lucien, did you just say wings?” I asked through a breathless voice, but spread my legs wider. I did just as he ordered. “Hmm, yes, that’s it, satisfactory, desime,” he stated with delight. We made eye contact first; his orbs glowing with raw desire and mine, in submission to this desire.