Lacation Stories Novels & Stories

She licked her lips nervously and asked, “ What exactly is going on?” “Why don’t you all take a seat this will be a long story,” he said. Reluctantly, they all sat down on the empty chairs provided for them while some women entered carrying trays of food. Ryan watched them eat while he started his storytelling, “ Long ago there was a strong Lycan warrior named –“ “ – how long ago was this?” Emily interrupted as she chewed. “ It was about a thousand years ago,” Ryan replied while the girl scoffed, “ Yeah right,” before chewing again.

Short Story's Blurb: Gayle's world shatters when her mate, Alpha Miles, chooses his childhood friend, Nichole, to spend the night before their wedding. When Nichole boldly asks if Miles would make her his Luna instead of Gayle, his response cuts deep: "I would."

Lazarus sought. "No. It's just that I've been told of the tale of the star-crossed lovers since I was only a fin. LisaRay Vanderwolf and Dracula Cresttooth had been through hell and back." Lazarus cleared his throat. "Well I hate to break it to you, but it's all a myth." Miranda didn’t miss the sad look on Lazarus’s face. "Nevertheless, it was what made me believe in true love," she smiled. "Anyway, if you want to go to Mystic Mountain, you'll have to swim through a whirlpool."

he said. “That must be worth something.” i said. “It is worth everything.” he said. He went back to work, and I walked away thinking about courage, about how refusing to do wrong took as much strength as fighting, maybe more. Over the next few days, I made an effort to talk to more people, to learn their stories and to understand why they were here. There was a young Lycan woman who had been cast out for falling in love with a wolf. She and her partner lived here together raising their two children in peace.

She wiped her tears with the back of her palm and looked up. “The Moon Goddess or fate or whatever chose me to be bound to three instead of one mate. Already prepared me to be executed.” My mind raced. Persecution. Stories usually had three mates bound to one woman. All consumed by jealousy. I remembered the stories vividly—always ending in death. Images of Lira, Jax, Kain, and Riven, all dead, soaked in blood, filled my mind. “So that’s what you are,” I barked toward the door.

People who once lived near Lucian and Mila. Then Lucian’s lawyer said something that froze my blood. “We found that she—Lyra—is seeking revenge on what happened between her and Lucian. That’s what this is. And she has a past. She was once involved in prostitution. She even gave birth without knowing the father.” Lucian turned sharply toward me, eyes wide. Everyone in the courtroom turned. I didn’t even notice when the tears started falling. The lawyer didn’t stop. “People like her are manipulators. They deceive. They create stories to cover their shame.”

Some accelerated their development, others slowed, still others began oscillating between states. "They're not failing," Elena observed through vampire sight. "They're experimenting. Like children learning to walk without parents holding their hands." "Children with the power to unmake themselves," Thane countered. Through Protection, Dimitri identified the real problem. "Some are drifting toward each other. If realities collide without preparation..." "Cascade," Marcus finished, his integrated corruption understanding the danger. "Not from internal failure but from external collision." Through divine Luna's perception, Lyra saw what others missed. "*They're trying to connect. Not collide—co

Just the usual mess of a carefree woman. I even texted Ashley again to apologize. Yesterday was really the last time; starting at six o'clock, I'll really be working. "Brother, are you kidding? Seriously? Human trafficking? I don't mess with prostitutes," Laki rolled his eyes in a manly way and reached for my son, who was holding onto his thigh. He even messed up my son's freshly-cut hair. "Even famous models approach me." "What about the new scandal they're talking about, Daumier?" Lazarus took a break from what he was typing on the laptop and gave Laki a suspicious look.

"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."