Lancaster Rwby Novels & Stories

“Let’s start with the packs in our state. Rysterbia is home to four major packs, including ours. The second largest is the White Rose pack. They’re located north of us, led by Alpha Marcus and his Luna, Elara. Marcus is a skilled diplomat, known for his ability to forge alliances and maintain peace. His pack is one of the most united and disciplined you’ll find, and they value loyalty above all else.” Charlotte nodded thoughtfully, thinking about the allies Azraiel frequently mentioned. But her thoughts quickly shifted as Theo’s finger moved to another area on the map. “The Blood Moon pack,” Theo continued, indicating a territory to the west. “They’re smaller but control vital waterways. The

Ragnar remained silent for a moment, holding the tiny plastic knight between his fingers like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it. Then Tamera pushed a block castle closer. “The princess lives here,” she explained patiently. “And the knight?” “Protects her.” Ragnar looked at the toy again. “…Understood.” His voice was completely serious. Lance lost the battle with his laughter. “You’re taking this very professionally.” Ragnar shot him a cold look. “This is clearly a serious responsibility.” Tamera nodded enthusiastically. “Yes!” Lance shook his head, still smiling as he moved the dinosaur across the carpet.

“With…?” “Ryan.” A moment of stunned silence. Then Lyn let out a delighted squeal, nearly spilling the water. “YES! Finally! Movement! Actual life!” Tiana laughed despite herself. “You’re acting like I announced a lottery win.” “You basically did,” Lyn insisted. “Romantically. This is huge.” “I don’t know what it is yet,” Tiana said quickly, standing up. “It’s just dinner.” “Dinner,” Lyn echoed, eyes sparkling. “At night. With the man who basically runs Lancaster Group. With Ryan Lancaster? Yeah, just dinner.”

“Your men are looking for you. They’ve been told you’ve been released, but there’s doubt among them. They need to see you in the flesh to believe it. Lyra asked me to call you.” Luke stepped forward, his demeanor calm but authoritative, as always. “Thank you, Beta Rowan. I appreciate the message.” I took a small step forward, placing a hand lightly on Luke’s arm. “Rowan, this is Luke,” I said, my voice steady. “Luke, meet Rowan. He’s… he’s like a brother to me.” Rowan’s lips quivered into a small, knowing smile. “Brother might be a bit of a stretch, but close enough.” He extended his hand toward Luke. “It’s good to meet you, Beta Luke.”

***A man sat on a rock and watched the fire slowly extinguish; they had been in the forest for a while, they were hungry and tired. But he made a vow to take that small group of people to a safe place. "Throughout the years, Alpha Roharu Lancaster was always known to be fierce and powerful but also fair. He came to the new world and conquered lands, spreading peace in those places where others thought there would never be. His main wife, the Luna, helped him through each battle and accompanied him until the day she died. Her death, a mystery until today unsolved…" The man lowered his voice as he said those last words, looked behind his back as if afraid anyone who wasn't supposed to be there

Larry's wolf jumped with excitement as they stumbled into a familiar path, they were getting close. "What's the excitement about?" Andrew asked suddenly, his facial features looking stoic and his voice toneless. Larry froze, then slowly turned to Andrew. "Huh?" "You find this exciting?" Andrew bit out. Larry shrugged, "It's like we're on a secret mission. I'm enjoying it so much." Andrew blew a breath, "I'm fucking nervous, my wolf is not helping matters. We're very close to the coven's border you know? The dark energy coming from it is throwing it off."

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

The rift shuddered. The emerging figure inclined its head. Acknowledgment. Not ownership. The tear in the sky began to close. Slowly. Deliberately. As if deciding. As if approving. Then it sealed entirely. The valley fell silent. Snow drifted gently downward once more. Lily stood at the edge of the battlement long after the sky cleared. Her wings faded gradually. The golden fire settled back into her veins. Not weaker. Integrated. Luke stepped closer. “You told them no,” he said quietly.

Volume Two, her story, was a blank page, and we were merely its first guides. We walked home slowly, the three of us a single unit against the chill. Lanc carried her, facing outward now, her back to his chest, so she could see the world. I kept my arm looped through his, my head resting against his shoulder, feeling the solid, steady rhythm of his steps. The town was quiet in the post-frost lull, gardens put to bed, windows glowing gold in the early twilight. “A smudge,” Lanc said finally, his voice a low rumble in his chest that I felt as much as heard. “The official inaugural scribble of the next generation. Arthur’s a sentimental old fool.”

The Lycan King: [Lan Farrow] Copyright ©All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Warning: this book is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. _ Chapter 1 The dagger whizzed across the training room, embedding itself into the right eye of Lan Farrow. "Bullseye!" A blonde witch hollered, bouncing on her feet.