Lacation Stories Novels & Stories

"Was it him again? The Lion King?" I let out a long, frustrated groan, leaning my head against the cool glass. "Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous."

"You’ve seen something like this before, haven’t you?" His jaw tightened. He didn’t answer immediately, which told her everything. She straightened. "Aedric." He sighed. "Not exactly. But there are stories—ancient tales passed through the bloodlines of the Lycans." He met her gaze. "Legends of those touched by the moon in ways even Lycans cannot understand." Lillian’s stomach tightened. "Legends?" He nodded. "They were called the Lunari—beings neither fully Lycan nor fully human. Something… more."

"Ahem... looks like next time we have to listen to your version of a love story, Ed." Eden looked at Laila with a frown, then she immediately shook her head hard while moving her index finger left and right. “Everyone here has even witnessed how complicated Aciel's and my story is, so I don't need to tell you anymore like you,” Eden replied triumphantly. "Alright, just shoot your story. This time I will not interrupt again,” said Eden full of promise.

No, I wouldn't let that happen. I had to step up my pastry game. I watched Clarice went to boss my two volatile friends around. She cheered them on and told them, they were doing a wonderful job. I glared at the back of the blonde's head. This was why my friends were at each other's throat every day. Clarice was like the Circe in Greek myth who turned young men into pigs, except she used her charms on young stupid Russian girls. I set out to work, stabbing and stuffing. Then I heard an ear-piercing sound of glass broken to a million pieces, it would have sent Celie to the hospital with a stroke if she wasn't already in the hospital.

He decided to tell her a story about a Lycan tradition, a long and beautiful folktale. As he began to speak, Liliana listened intently. The story was about the founding of their pack, and how their ancestors had defeated a group of rogue Lycans who were terrorizing the land. The story was filled with bravery, honor, and sacrifice, and Liliana found herself getting lost in the tale. Liam spoke with passion and conviction, bringing the story to life with vivid descriptions and colorful language. Liliana was mesmerized by his storytelling skills and forgot about her fears for a while.

Ashrac turns and runs out yelling at the top of his lungs, "Father, Father. Mother says you must entertain me so she can talk bride stuff to the bride." "He puts words into my mouth all the time. He's a complete rascal with no shame whatsoever." "He's precious." "And that too. Please have a seat, Roxanne. There is much we must speak of." I cross to two large chairs and take the farthest one. Acasia takes the other. "I'm not going to like what you say, am I?" Acasia's smile disappears. "It's more of a story about dragons. Laryn should tell you, but I fear he is quite stubborn and holds to the old ways."

“ I don't understand, what happened? “ Marifa begged, almost crying. “ Lackey raped his sister - What? No, he wouldn't do that “ He did it... There's no marriage. Marffa took steps back, in disbelief and ran to her room, coming across the others, Fanua and Kilaila. “ It's true, the Lackey... They both nodded their heads positively. Marifa lay down on the mat, crying in silence for having lost her fiancé, for her dream being shattered in a fraction of minutes. The little ones could see her hurt. Lussandra walked through the house, carrying the little one and as she passed her room she saw her sister lying on her bed. The sisters looked at each other, they could see a wounded mother and a sati

The humans in the southern territories told tales of Lycan atrocities, of villages burned and families slaughtered and children taken in the night. The Lycans had their own stories, I was sure, though I had never heard them. But hearing Elara speak about it was different. She had been there. She had lived through it, and she had watched it happen with her own eyes, and I could see the weight of those memories pressing down on her shoulders like a physical thing.

She had seen the resemblance. "Elara," Silas said, stepping toward me. He used my name again, his voice trembling with a desperate hope. "She said she saw the fire. She said—" "She’s a hysterical woman, Mr. Vane," I interrupted, turning my back on him to walk back to my children. "I suggest you keep your 'True Mate' on a shorter leash. Her presence is a liability to my investment." "Mommy," Luna said suddenly, her voice small and haunting. "The snake is thinking about fire again. She wants to make a big fire."