Lars X Lapis Novels & Stories

This was not particularly so suspicious had Lars didn't see something he wasn't meant to see a month prior. Since then, Lars had been deeply invested spying on his neighbor, Mr. Magnus Musgrave. Although, he was not just a mere neighbor as he was a cherished family friend. Lars and Len's mother, Alicia Sykes, even had repeatedly expressed her gratitude for having him around to help them get through everything.

“No idea what you’re talking about. About the northeastern quadrant patrol–” Lars’ deep, accented voice says, “Javi is right.” Normally he ignores Javier whenever he tries to get a rise out of me, since it never works. Until now. And now Lars is actually getting up from his chair to investigate. Damn it. The giant Norwegian blond comes closer to me, peering at me with bright blue eyes. “He’s right. You’re… glowing.” I frown. “Are both of you high? I don’t fucking glow.”

Durbar asked worriedly and Harper smirked. " Because I know who Larsen is. He knew who his enemies were and what they were thinking. They made a mistake underestimating him. And it'll be their worst mistake," he said with a smirk and grabbed the hair of the girl, shoving his shaft deep into her throat and causing her to choke and fight for breath.

Ever. I offered a small, tight smile. “Maybe it's for the best” I slid off his lap and pecked his lips. “I have to go check on Elian” His eyes never left me till I was out of the room. In the days that followed, I rarely saw Lukas. When I managed to speak to him, he simply said he had a lot of work to do. He would return when I was fast asleep and leave before I woke up. His birthday was one of those days.

Before Lars had reached home, he'd gotten a call from Cillian summoning him to the Department of Defense. Thus, he had run all the way back to the city from the northern suburbs. "This is—" Before Alfonso could introduce Sebastian, Lars smiled and stepped forward. "We meet again, Sebastian!" Alfonso looked surprised. He eyed the both of them and asked, "Do you know each other?" "Of course!" Lars exclaimed, looking at Sebastian in admiration. "Sebastian isn't just any young man. He's the successor of the Sacred Medicine Society."

“Who’s pulling your strings, puppet?” Lars’s lips split as they widened, dragged across his face in a grin that made the dark veins along his cheeks bulge sickeningly. His laughter was wet from the substance that coated his teeth, much thicker than blood even though it carried a similar scent. His laugh sounded both male and female, like two voices layered over one another. One belonged to a cocky biker, the other a woman. “Where’s the fun in asking a question you already know the answer to?” He mused, his body uncomfortably still and his eyes unblinking. “Such incredible power, yet you lack the wits to put it to proper use.”

His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his amber eyes burned like molten gold in the dim light. He didn’t look at Carlos at first. He was holding something. The bundle dripped steadily onto the floor. Carlos’s stomach turned to ice. “Tell me that is not what I think it is,” he growled, stalking forward. Lars’s gaze finally lifted, locking on him with an eerie calm. His mouth curled into something between a smile and a snarl. “I came to return what belongs to you,” Lars said, his voice low and carrying, the kind of voice that made the hair on the back of every warrior’s neck rise.

The lights flickered overhead, shuddering like dying fireflies. I stepped inside. The room was small. Bare. Only a metal table, a chair, and restraints bolted to the floor remained. But what stopped me cold was the wall behind the table. Photos. Hundreds. All of Lars. Lars at twelve. Lars at fifteen. Lars strapped to a chair. Lars hooked to machines. Lars with eyes hollowed and bruises blooming across his ribs. My throat closed. Whoever had run this place whoever had built it was obsessed with him.

"You—" Just as Lars spoke, Yolanda interrupted, "Lars, why are you interrogating the poor man?" That wasn't what Felix had hoped for. After all, he only had one week of rest, and he needed to deal with Yolanda's family crisis within a week. He quickly changed the subject. "And you are Lars…" "Lars Lennings. You can call me Lars." Felix chuckled. "I see that you're not from an ordinary family. Could you recommend anything worth investing in Monaire? If I don't get a project within a week, my dad will send me abroad again."

“Well, although the day you become king will never come, a crown prince will always be a crown prince. You are still the crown prince that I, Sophronia Ramos trust and respect the most.” Lars' gaze rested slightly on Sophronia. Sophronia put her hand on Lars' shoulder and finished the part that was missing from earlier “As for the dark energy in your wife, I have already cleared a third, but this takes time so you can do the rest yourself, okay?” “Do you doubt me, or do you doubt my ability?” Lars glanced at Sophronia “Of course… neither of them. This simple thing didn't even reach you before." Not only was Lars once the crown prince of the empire, but he also possessed a power that few peop