Isaac Lahey Novels & Stories

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 rose from his place while holding Liam, who has now become his adopted son, and left the place. ***

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."

“You can leave us now.” My brows arched. Wait, what did he call him? Livioski’s real name is Isaac? Damn. Now, that sounds American. I looked at Isaac with a curiosity in my face. His head’s a bit lowered, like he was paying his respects to Cole. What is he—some kind of majesty?

Ewan asked rather excitedly. “Yes, sir. Is there some significance to that name?” “When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.”

Then, I can either sneak back into the house or climb down the trellis and escape that way. I refuse to leave Luca or my brothers, so I'll circle around and somehow save them. Somehow. The details of my plan are slowly coming together and I'm trying hard not to think too hard about Ry and what may have happened to him. I need to focus on grabbing my father's old knife which hangs on the far wall in a glass shadow box. It's an old heirloom, a dagger from Ireland with our family crest on its handle.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

I look purely Love Pack. Opening the door, I smile meekly at Isaiah, not having to fake my flushed cheeks. He looks over me once again before he returns my smile, nodding his head down the hallway, having me fall into step beside him. "Maybe now would be a good time to tell you who I am, really," Isaiah murmurs as we walk, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh?" I comment warily. "I'm the Alpha of this Pack. I can imagine that will likely either strike one out of the two usual opinions people have about me," he sighs, hopping down the stairs a few strides in front of me.