Laurel Lance Novels & Stories

she narrated feeling wronged. "But Lyla technically you guys never even spoke or interrupted with each other," Jennifer pointed seeing Lyla's explanation as pointless and shot Lyla a look. "We would have if Lily had not come into the picture. I will go for Derrick and win him over once Lily is all destroyed," Lyla said and smiled wickedly. "I thought I was evil, but I think you are more evil than I am," Sheila said laughing. "Alright, I think we need to plan our next move, now that Luis is off our back and the traitors got rid of," came Mr Mingle's voice. "With Lyla as our new face, we can execute our plan. Take over the country,"

"That story's gotten a bit exaggerated." "Has it?" Katherine smiled knowingly. "Sera, meet your students. This is Jade, second generation. Maya, third generation. Riley, Hannah, and Simone, all fourth generation. And this..." She gestured to the youngest, a sixteen-year-old with silver-streaked black hair like mine. "Is Lily. Fifth generation." Lily looked at me with something like worship. "You're really her. The Luna who broke the Council." "I challenged them. I didn't break them." I moved closer. "And you don't need to be in awe of me. I'm just a wolf who got tired of being controlled."

Her eyes are locked in on the sleeping men, moving all careful, with slow and measured steps. I was right behind her, my heart was thumping so loud that I just knew if it were to be an external organ it sure would wake everyone. One wrong move now and we’re toast. Laurel gliding past the men like a trained assassin was amazing me. She moved swiftly, bare feet and not making a sound on the forest floor. I tried to copy her, but ended up slipping on some wet patch. I nearly faceplant right into the dirt, but Lauren’s reflexes was good.

I’d explain it to Raven when I saw her. The driver was waiting for us out front when we walked outside, as promised. Lance held the door open for me. Since he was Lance’s regular driver in New York, we didn’t have to worry about him seeing anything supernatural. He was a vampire, too, so it didn’t really matter. On the way, I told Lance about our week and about the boy teasing the children and what Sirena had said. Lance suppressed a smile as pride shone on his face. “That’s my girl.”

Then added, “I doubt Arya would be too pleased with your decision anyway.” “If you…” “You don’t get to make any threats, boy.” “Or what?” I said, stepping forward in blatant defiance. One of the wolves stepped ahead of the others, snapping its teeth close to Leighton’s heel. It was Troy again. He squared his shoulders and squatted, relaxing on his haunches. My shoulders heaved slowly, fixing blue eyes on the wolf. As the warm moonlight floated through his bare skin, a dark mass of hair spread through his entire body. His fingers grew longer, curving into talon-like claws, longer than the powerful teeth glistening in the moonlight.

Layla could lose anything but not the pouch with the map and everything else she needed to complete the task. “Do you know what happens to humans who try to put up a fight they can’t win against us? Their heads were hung in the Central Park for the public to see,” Lance warned her. He took a step closer to her, and she had to step back. “You got a pretty face and interesting eye color. If you come with us without a fuss, I’ll make sure to spare your life,” he added. “Why still give her a choice, Lance? We can just force her if you want. I still don’t see why you’re interested in her when she looked like a starved kitten,” Min commented. He was standing behind her, obviously blocking her way.

He went under the table and pulled out the minute microphone Chantel had attached to it then trampled on it. I almost went dizzy watching him do what he was doing. He was moving so fast that I almost couldn't see him. “I need to go outside, Lance,” I said, glaring at him. “You are unreasonable, Sheila, so give control back to Maureen right now,” Lance shouted so loud that I jumped back. Sheila quickly relinquished control to me, and I stood there wondering what Lance brought me in there to do when all hell was let loose outside. “You are pregnant Maureen. You can't be wasting energy on those fools,” Lance said gently.

Lance charged forward like a raging bull, slicing everything in his path with his greatsword. He was going to show the fruits of his labour today. "Thanks," Selena said as she rushed forward, Lance on the stairwell guarding her. Elia came to his aid, leaving only Eliza and another instructor to deal with the situation on the outside. ... " Huuf...huuf...this will never end." Eliza was pondering how to combat the adversaries. She felt someone's gaze from afar and immediately recognized it as Riel's. He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar.

she said and I erupted with laughter. "What, no I wasn't trying to do that!" Lance said defensively as he rose. I watched them with a certain amount of curiosity. "Then what were you doing?" "You have her eyes," Lance said. "Who? I have whose eyes?" Talia asked sounding astonished. "It's Beam, his late daughter," I explained. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Talia said and added, "I thought otherwise." "It's fine kiddo," Lance said, leaning on the edge of the wall next to his room door. "So what is your decision?"

"Can you stop it Lena?" "What? Kyle never steps out of work to anyone's place even if it's the president's daughter but going to her place definitely means something is up, isn't she lucky?" She shrieked. "Whose side are you on?" "I know you're my friend, but I'm on the winner's side. Anyone who is able to make that stone melt is definitely powerful, there's no doubt about that." Laurel hissed painfully and slapped her hands away on her desk.