Lana And Rusev Novels & Stories

She glowered at her then ran to her, Lana was smirking in a smug way waiting for her to strike but she wasn't expecting Ivana to slide her leg in the back of her knees. Svetlana fell on her back Ivana jumped on her aiming for her gut with her knee. Svetlana curled up in her side from the impact. Ivana tried to step past her when Lana in return curled her legs around her left leg and threw her down. She straddled Ivana and threw a punch at her jaw which the red head dodged by siding her head. As Svetlana's head was down with her fist collided on the hard wooden floor. Ivana took the chance brought her elbow up and swung it across her face.

“So, you think trash like you have the right to touch me?” When Lana was at the auction earlier, she was forced to roll with the punches in order to prevent her identity from being exposed. She did not expect that the instant she got out, she would be met with a situation like this. This instantly ignited the fury in her chest. “Dammit, I’m still a 6th dan black belt taekwondo master!” The bald man gritted his teeth before giving Lana a kick.

They were ready to step in and defend Lana. But Lana confidently waved them off. She turned, her smile sly, and said to Rosa, "What did you call me just now?" Rosa hesitated, her memory failing her. "Lana, I told you to apologize to Carol. Did you hear me?" Ignoring Rosa's words, Lana persisted, "What did you just call me?" Suddenly, it dawned on Rosa, her voice trembling as she stammered, "You … you better not cross the line." Lana didn't leave any room for Rosa to escape. With deliberate steps, she approached Rosa. Her towering height of five feet seven inches made Rosa appear even smaller.

Actually this was Lana's first time fighting someone, she couldn't master her huge wolf body yet but she did really well. She made Rose fall to the ground, her sharp claws scraped Rose's face a long way. Blood from that wound oozed a lot. Rose reached out to touch the wound, blood smeared on her hand. As if Rose couldn't believe I dared to hurt her, she pointed her trembling arm at me, her mouth moving. “You…you.” "I warned you not to insult my ancestors." Lana growled. All of Lana's and me's indignation and anger were evident in that roar.

“Jax and I talked. Truths were shared. No alliance yet, but no war either.” A quiet sigh moved through the crowd. From near Mira, Emily offered a small smile. Alex tilted his head once, gaze easing into something warmer. With us stepping toward the center, Lucas drew me tight, one arm circling my middle. “You handled it like a true Luna,” Mira said, her silver hair gleaming in the firelight. “The light grows stronger in you each day. It balances us.”

I asked. "Because one day you will become the strongest Luna. So before that happens you have to be killed," answered the man. I just smiled. "How can I become the strongest Luna? All this time I never fought and just stayed at home with my children?" "Come on, don't talk too much! I'll finish you off." The man then started attacking me. I've also put my body together to attack him. I don't want to lose. I will return to my children who are currently waiting for me.

He reminded me, forcing the ugly truth down my throat. My mouth opened but I found out that even words had deserted me, a tear slid down my cheek as I turned around to face him. But I later rejected making that move, his face contorted with anger, his eyes heavy with distrust as he looked at me with irritation. “How did we even end up like this?” My voice broke into waves. “How can you look at me like that? I am your mate and Luna–” “For the slightest moment Ayla!” He shouted angrily. “Do you think your tears are going to work on me?! Pfft.. you're just a pathetic woman, begging for someone to love you.” He lashed out.

He called me naughty, but he didn't say no. The post showed two hands intertwined. On the man's inner wrist was a circlet of sacred laurel leaves—the soul-bond mark the High Priest himself had inked on us at our engagement. But in this photo, hidden in the veins of a single leaf, were three tiny, exquisitely tattooed letters: S.E.R. I scrolled back to the very first post, from a year ago: “Just ran into the Alpha and his woman. He's so gentle and strong. I want a man like that… so I'm going to make him mine.”

Some of the guards were already alert of their presence, they were running through them about to fight but heaven knew the three of them knew how to defend themselves. A man grabbed Lana by the shoulder and she did what she had done hundreds of time before, she grabbed his wrist and threw him in a flip motion like she was flipping a burger. It was a technique from judo she had learned with Dimitri a few years ago. While Dimitri and Damian were kicking some men who were running at them from the sides. The crazy looking man was standing there, watching everything with an amused expression in his face. He was clapping his hand and laughing as he watched the whole thing happened.

SELENE “Not bad.” The approval in Tristan's eyes was enough to distract me, and when my foot raised up into a sharp kick, he caught my ankle mid air, yanking me forward. I landed hard against his chest, his arm wrapping around my waist. “Careful,” he murmured against my ear. “I might think you want to be in my arms.” He was not taking me seriously, I growled in frustration, and twisted, breaking free. I dropped to the ground again, sweeping Tristan's legs out from under him. He hit the ground with a grunt, but he rolled immediately, using the momentum to throw me off balance.