Laurel Lance Novels & Stories

I couldn't look at myself anymore. I couldn’t stop thinking of how my life had changed in an instant. I had stood by Elara through everything. She had been there when I needed her most, when I first took on the role of Luna, when the weight of leadership felt unbearable. She had always been my rock, my confidante. But now, she was the one who had driven the knife into my back. I stared into the lake, lost in thought, when I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess. “I'm Blue Lily pack’s strongest weapon because I fight like a beast and heal wounds like the gods.” ~KILLIAN’S POV~ A healer? Regina Shepard is a healer? A chill ran down my spine and the men present in this room were frozen in time. Leonard had his jaw sweeping the floor. The victim of Regina's surprise attack was still holding his chest in disbelief, probably wondering what happened to the wound on his chest. Even Callum was speechless as he stood by my side, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Yet even his defiance couldn’t hide the flash of fear in his eyes—the realisation that this battle wasn't his to win. And then, as if heeding an unspoken summons, another presence manifested amidst the fray. The shadows shifted again, altered by a new force—one familiar yet profoundly different. Luna. She floated ethereal and haunting, her eyes obsidian pools reflecting a world devoid of light. There was an elegance to her form, an unyielding majesty that sent shivers racing down my spine. But her presence was marred by darkness, a sinister force that cloaked her like a second skin.

She reached for Kael’s other small hand as the cab weaved through the fading afternoon light, the city’s grime blurring past the windows. What if this is a trap? What if I’m leading Kael straight into danger? But something deep in her gut told her otherwise. The man at the funfair hadn’t threatened her, not really. His words had been calm. Precise. He could’ve taken her by force, but he hadn’t. He’d slipped a note into her pocket. Gave her a choice. A warning. And most importantly, he had known who she was. Not the name she went by now. Not the story she told strangers. But who she really was, Laurel Mitchell. Former corporate rising star. The woman who vanished after a multimillion-dollar s

he quickly said before she asked him any more questions. “A-Arthur s-sometimes scare m-me,” Amelia said in a very low voice which wasn’t difficult for Lance to hear. “Even though Arthur is scary, just know he can’t hurt you,” Lance assured. Amelia's eyes went wide with horror when she realized that Lance heard her perfectly well. "You heard me?" She couldn't help but ask. "One of my lycan abilities is that I have what you would call super hearing and this gives me the ability to hear things that humans wouldn't normally hear," Lance explained.

“Raven would be released next week. And I heard he promised to take revenge on who arrested him, once he came out. You need to see how the prisoner treated him like a pig.” “Please protect the future Luna. Because Raven never play around, he's coming would be threatening.” I said boldly, still doubting the power he had over Anabelle. “That's all for now.” He said about to call it off. “I have one more mission for you.” I paused for a while, memorizing everything that happened. “It’s about Lara,” everywhere went silent for a while. “What's wrong boss?” “I overheard her talking to her lover. His an unknown man at this point and the hilarious discovery.”

I assured her and went back to our side of the pavilion. *** Marcus pov The music dulled behind me as I stepped away from the crowd, my eyes following her. My daughter, Lyra, the Luna of Axelland. I wonder if she is on to my plans. But that is not possible. As I only let Garret know what I’m doing. Even at that I don’t tell him everything. But there are some questions I need answers about. I have to meet with her and ask her some things that are confusing me.

She occasionally raises her head to the door as though she heard a voice or a footstep then thinks of something else. Laurel stares at the screen for a long hard moment. The lock screen is a picture of the family when she was six. She notices something odd. They had a dg at the time and he is nowhere in the picture. With almost numb fingers, she types Chase on the keyboard and the computer screen immediately unlocks. Yes! She mentally applauds herself before her brain reminds her that was only the easy task. The difficult task remains leaving the office uncaught. She plugs a flash drive immediately into the side space under the monitor, briskly marking all the documents into it.

Finally, he asked Lance to rejoin the candidates. "You're really good!" Darla said after Lance joined her. "How did you do it? I can't believe you beat Arian," she asked enthusiastically. "Just fighting," Lance replied with a shrug, looking nonchalant. "I'm serious! How did you beat Arian? That's just incredible. I mean... he's Arian, the strongest Warrior in the Golden Moon Pack," Darla chided. Lance turned to the woman. Pulling one corner of his lips, he replied, "I told you that I just fight, following my instincts."

Lance was honest and didn't hide his intentions. At this moment, Lauren, who had finished chatting with everyone, walked over with a smile and stood by my side. She looked at Lance, and I quickly introduced her. "This is Mr. Lance. This is Mr. Oliver's partner." The two of them exchanged greetings. Lance was very tactful. When he saw us standing together, he quickly greeted us politely and left. Lauren looked at his departing figure and softly said, "He seems more likable and reliable than his brother."