Hermione Lucius Ao3 Novels & Stories

Alpha Herod's expression turned wary, his eyes darting between Rhein and me. "I think we've strayed from the topic," I said, attempting to steer the conversation back on track. Rhein chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I don't think we have. We're just getting started." He leaned in, his breath whispering against my ear. "Tell me, Lucia, what do you think about me now that you've spent a night with me?" My face burned with embarrassment as the crowd's murmurs grew louder. This was supposed to be a Pack's anniversary, not premium content for juicy gossip. Why would the Lycan King care about what I think of him?

"And you still look adorable." Lucia smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "You too," she said, reaching out to touch my hand. In that moment, I felt a rush of emotions that I had kept buried deep inside. Lucia was a direct descendant of the late mother witch Helga, who had terrorized the Atlantic and werewolves with her dark magic and powers. But to me, she was just Lucia, the woman I had loved all my life. We talked for a while, catching up on old times and reminiscing about the past. It was easy to forget about the danger lurking outside, to get lost in the warmth of each other's company.

And now, thanks to Cyrus’s betrayal, the Council had been informed that Lucien’s fated mate was not the High Council’s chosen but a common she-wolf from a fallen bloodline. Aurora. She sat in her chamber, back pressed against the cold wall, heart thundering in her chest. The moon’s crimson light streamed through the window, illuminating her face like a curse. She had seen visions before—flashes of wolves running in the woods, of fire, blood, and Lucien standing over a battlefield, his hands stained with both rage and love. Tonight, the visions were clearer. Lucien would fight for her. But he would bleed for it.

And he knew that Alpha Hercules would not be in support of his new mate. ‘ of course Alpha, But I would like to first introduce you to my mate, the luna of this pack.’’ There was a beautiful blonde woman that stood behind Alpha Jeremiah. Jeremiah placed his hand on her lower back and brought her forward. She smiled shyly at Hercules and brought her hand forward. Hercules felt repulsed in her presence. And yet the disgust in his heart made him feel guilty. He was not different from his own maker. Why had he not yet rejected Audrey? if he truly hated low-ranking Omega so then why did he put her in his room naked? Was there more to the story? Those are questions that even he himself didn't have

I start for him but stop in my tracks when his lips part and he releases a sharp breath. His eyes flutter open and the green in them is gone. In its place, obsidian sits, peering at everything and nothing in particular. He cranes his neck in my direction with a grace that is nothing like Rune's. Those black cold eyes land on me and his lips tilt upwards in a deadly smile. "Why, hello princess," the Hekate says. '

Lucian followed more cautiously, often watching first, calculating, his deep blue eyes impossibly wise. The bond Aurora had with each of them was something beyond words—rooted in magic, blood, and a kind of ancient knowing. She dressed them herself that morning, refusing all help from the maids. Phoenix squirmed as she fastened the tiny gold buttons on his tunic, while Lucian giggled and tried to chew on her braid. “You two,” she whispered, eyes shining with unshed tears, “you are my whole world.”

Hera groaned as she attempted to pull her knees up to her chest, her left leg only moving a few inches before the mangled limb went limp. “Heal her,” Lucien demanded. His brown eyes glinted with amusement, as if I were about to put on a show. A member of his pack was writhing in agony, her blood was pooling onto the stone floor before his throne, and he was enjoying it. The way he was watching and waiting made me feel sick. He seemed almost excited to see me work, as if he hadn’t seen it before when I disrupted him reaping my Luna’s soul. Nothing about this felt right.

"Oh, she left," "I can see that," he nodded, then unclasped his hands. "Why are you here? Or rather, why did she bring you here?" "I came for the book of god reincarnations," "I cannot give you that," "But—" "I can answer the question you came here for. What is it you wish to find? Who do you wish to find?" "Liviana, a daughter of Selene who reincarnated as a werewolf," "The foolish one," he said, slouching on his chair and folding his arms. "Her name was Lucia, mate of Hiems Zales,"

Hermes calls loudly, drawing the teacher's attention. Luka looks surprised that Hermes is calling him to our table, and his gaze sweeps over us quickly before he recomposes himself, his face stoic, hiding his feelings deep inside. "Interesting," Hermes mumbles, a sinister smile appearing on his face as he looks from Luka to Katrina and back again. I can tell he noticed their magical bond, which shines brighter the closer he gets to her. Their magic cannot help but mingle whenever they're near each other, his black and her white aura melding together to create multiple grey spectrums unlike any seen before.

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.