Lacation Stories Novels & Stories

she said with anticipation in her eyes. "Again?" her mother sighed. "I've told you that story a million times already." Little Natasha nodded eagerly. "I want to hear it again." "Alright," her mother conceded, smiling. "Many years ago, there was a battle called the Full Moon Liberation. It was a war fought by Werewolves for their freedom against the vampires who enslaved them. Thanks to the Werewolf King, Lycaon, they emerged victorious in their struggle for freedom." Her mother continued, "After the Full Moon Liberation, Lycaon was left without a mate and alone for many years."

Layla stated as they all cheered. Back in her room, Layla lay on the bed with Quincy and Quinn by her side sleeping peacefully. "What is going to happen now?" She asked Lara who shrugged. "I don't know. Seems like no matter what happens you are not planning to do what the moon goddess wants you to do" Lara stated as I shrugged. "I have a family. I have people that love me, So why should I risk my life, No, Why should we risk our life. The pain of losing someone dare to you is very heart wrenching and I don't want to experience that pain no matter what!"

"That's Mr. Harrison's godsister. I heard their relationship is… complicated." "Where's the bride? Why hasn't she shown up yet?" I was in the lounge. Instead of wearing my wedding dress, I donned a black business suit. A gold auditor's badge was pinned to my chest. In my hand was the laptop that held every piece of evidence. A knock sounded on the door. It was Captain Lloyd from the financial crimes unit. He was in plain clothes, with several officers behind him, dressed as plainly as he was. "Ms. Caldwell, are we good to go?"

‎ ‎With presence. ‎ ‎A young woman named Lira sits on the bench beneath the oak today. ‎ ‎She is twenty-five, descendant of Lyra’s line and Rowan’s, her hair dark with silver threads already beginning at the temples. She is a storyteller by trade, traveling from settlement to settlement, carrying songs and tales in her voice. But today she has come home. ‎ ‎She places her hand on one of the stones—mine, though the carving is long gone. ‎ ‎“I’m getting married,” she says quietly.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silhouetted against the moonlight. "It's time I tell you a story," he said quietly. "A story of the beginning. Long ago, we were more than just step siblings- we were lovers, bound by a connection that terrified the heavens. But the laws of our kind are cruel, alongside our creator. When our father saw the way we looked at each other, he intervened. He forced you to marry Harrow, a tyrant. The ruler of the Lycans and a sorcerer so powerful he could bend the stars." Despite how bizarre and surreal his words sounded. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the name. Harrow.

Her skin bore the map of abuse, though the bruises faded to angry purple and the scars telling stories Raven dared not imagine aloud. “You’re Raven,” Lila said without preamble, voice trembling but clear. “I heard you’re fighting them.” Raven nodded, lowering herself beside her with care. “I’m trying. Can you tell me what you know?" Lila’s hands trembled as she clasped and unclasped them, struggling for the words. “It started when I was seventeen. I thought the job was just... work. Dancing and parties, but then it turned. The whispers became screams and the men, they weren’t customers, they were hunters.”

I said, “tell Lumi how you got your first scar.” He scowled. “My Majesty wants a bedtime story?” “Yes.” “It was an oak and I was an idiot,” he said. “Thrilling,” Lumi said. “Do better.” He did—grudgingly, then less so. I asked Lira for the story of her first lie and she gave it with a smile and a lesson buried in it. The scouts spoke of dull victories and small kindnesses that kept their teeth in their heads. We made a racket of memory until the cage began to sing—a faint, pressure-hum.

“What do you want?” The Herricks stared at each other, unsure whether to kneel or just bolt. One tried to offer her a bottle of moonshine, his hand shaking. She took the bottle, cracked it open, and drained a third straight off. “We just wanted to see if the stories were true,” the sallow boy said. “They said there was a new Luna, and she killed eight men with her teeth.” She licked the rim of the bottle and grinned. “It was nine, actually. Lost count after the fourth.”

she says, sitting up straight and perky, laughing a little that we got so sidetracked. I don’t miss that Anton’s lips twitch at Laila’s change in posture, her pretty smile, that his eyes flash over her for just an instant before returning to her face. In my soul, my wolf’s fangs flash in response. I growl at my wolf, annoyed, and she sighs, resting her chin back down on her paws. “Well,” Laila continues, nodding to me, “even if they didn’t tell you, it’s so strange that you don’t know. Everyone in my world knows this story – we hear it as a story in our cradles.”

He never wanted to tell me but he was just been a talkative. "Yes, it's complicated. It's not only about your parents, but also about family history, deception, and secrets that you may not fully understand yet." I scoffed and didn't believe him. "What does that even mean? Are you saying there's more to this nonsense ?" "There is more than you realize," he said with a serious expression. "Layla, we have different mothers, I and Del . Del's mother was murdered when he was just five . They were on their way to the temple of the moon goddess. She and her maids and guards were waylaid and killed and that was when he got the scar at the side of his face. His body was thrown in the river but mirac