Isaac Lahey Novels & Stories

I say. "Your dad's name is Thomas." Diego says. "That's a whole other story. Isaac is my step father, the best thing I've ever had to a father. My mother's mate." I say. "He's here for revenge too?" Kevin asked. "Yes." Isaac says bluntly. So the three of them sat down at the same booth. "Where's the base?" I asked. "It's not too far from here. It's underground. So I don't know what you will see up here. But we have a way in." Adam says.

Isabel’s trail ended here — in this city of ruin and ashes. And Amara would finish it, with or without Luca. The priest wasn’t holy. He was a smuggler in robes and eyes like cold milk. His name was Father Lazzaro, and he bowed low when Amara entered the dark chapel, candlelight flickering over her face. “You look like her,” he murmured. “Isabel. You carry the same scent of fire.” Amara stared him down. “Then guide me to where her flame was smothered.” He didn’t argue.

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.

“Although I arrived late, I was able to spot the people responsible for this from a distance.” “People?” They are more than one? Isabel thought to herself, nervously running her fingers through her loose hair, as she was in a hurry and didn’t have the time to wrap it up in a ponytail. “They were two rogues. Ignacio was one of them, but I couldn’t recognize the other rogue.” So, Ignacio is responsible for what happened at the Greenwood pack. She shouldn’t have spared his life when she killed his son. Now, her wrong decision has come back to hunt her.

The man was older than Ray, although like most paranormals he didn’t look a day over forty, even though he could possibly be well over two hundred years old. Not wanting to appear rude, Ray approached the man and stretched out his hand. “Hello, I’m Ray Winston. And you are?” The man shook Ray’s hand. “I’m Marcus Sullivan. Leah’s father. Nice to meet you.” Ray smiled at his new father in law. “Nice to finally meet you as well. Please follow me. Leah is inside with my sister and our pups.” Ray noticed a shocked look on Marcus’s face before the man spoke. “Pups?”

Alessio breathed, “Julian… Sir, I know you and my father have had your issues, but I’m thankful for your help.” “Glad to help,” Julian made a welcoming gesture with his arms. "Especially after being left out of that little thing you all had going on with the Baldinis,” a slight smile appeared. Alessio hummed, “Didn’t want to bother you with the Baldinis,” his voice dripped with sarcasm. “So who are you bothering me for?” Julian asked, raising a brow. “Who is your guy?” “His name is Isaac Halberg,” Alessio hesitated before he continued speaking. “He was an undercover agent working with this organization, MISA, under the name Levi."

Ian: I'm in, Ivan is at the bar. We headed inside, My hand on Cassandra's waist and the room was crowded with guests. Thank God Ian has already located Ivan, or I would have been here for hours trying to search for him. Ian walked towards us with his hand on a brunette's waist. Must be his whore on a date. She was pretty, I will admit, but I have a feeling she's just another one of Ian's play toys. "I would like you guys to meet Isabella. Isabella this is my brother Alessandro and his wife, Cassandra"

Isaac stammered. "There is no need to lie uncle." River told him softly. "Yes I did it." Isaac finally confesses. "Why?" She asked. "Because, I wanted the throne for myself." Isaac opens up. "You could have just asked instead of going through my back to attack us Uncle. But for what you did, you won't smell or dream to sit on that throne." River told him. "And not only that, about what we discussed last night about the wolf god. I want to tell you that my mate, here." She said pointing at Royal. "Is the wolf god."

Isaac Isaac stood outside the healer’s house, staring at the little cottage nestled into the forest. The roof was so overgrown with moss and the ivy climbing the stone walls was so thick he had almost missed it in the dim light. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if this was a good idea. Isaac had never been a particularly traditional man, and had always turned his nose up somewhat at the idea of magic and potions. If someone had told him just one year ago that he would be traipsing through the dense forests of the Lycan kingdom in the middle of the night in search of a healer who might not even exist, he would have laughed in their face.

"I am not here to be your Alpha. I am here to build a sanctuary where no one is ever sold again. I am here to fight for the Vale. If you are tired of hiding, then stand with me." The tall man looked at his people and then back at Lyra. He didn't kneel, but he lowered his head in a sign of deep respect. "My name is Isaac. We have been waiting for the moon to turn silver again, my Queen. We have no weapons, and we are hungry. But we know these mountains better than any mercenary." "We will find weapons," Rowan said, stepping up beside Lyra. "And I will teach you how to use them against the Council’s tactics."