Layla Dan Alucard Novels & Stories

King Nico said. “I don’t care! You both shall pay for this.” King Nico made a sound with his mouth and three hefty Lycans appeared from nowhere. “Take him away,” He ordered. “Don’t do this to him.” Alaina said with concern. But before either of them could say more, the grand hall fell into chaos as Lucian shifted and started fighting the Lycans aggressively, growling and snarling while they exchanged fangs. As they overpowered him and showed no mercy, Alaina intervened with sorcery, and the Lycans were sent flying. They all shifted back to their human forms. Beta Lucian was harmed but he was still blinded with fury.

She gasped, staring at the silver eyes' beast of the beast. Ogar’s eyes widened as he stared at the creature. It was a Lycan “Kill him!” Ogar barked at his men. The werewolves attacked, lunging forward, but the Lycan tore into them with savage fury. Kimberly scrambled back, watching in stunned horror as claws and fangs clashed, blood spraying across the forest floor. One by one, the werewolves fell until only Ogar remained. The Alpha was panting, his face twisted with rage as he glared at the Lycan.

We both deserved better. I sat down on my bed and exhaled deeply. I slipped back into my wonder. Was Kristen going to be back from his meeting anytime soon? I really needed to ask him about this Don De la Vega. I wanted to be sure that I was going to work for a good person. I lay on my bed and admired the ceiling. It was simply beautiful and stunning. The patterns felt like they told a hidden story. Every now and then, it seemed like I could make out the pattern of an angel or ancient Lycan. They were a lot of moon engravings and I think I saw a figure that resembled the Moon-Goddess.

"So you three are like actual werewolves? As in shapeshifters? Full moons, silver bullets, nine yards? They all nodded their intense gaze unwavering. A strangled laugh escaped my lips. "Werewolves?" I shook my head in disbelief. "So what's next? For me to believe vampires and witches are real too?" "We know how it sounds," Caleb chimed in, his roguish grin doing little to mask the worry in his blue eyes. "Crazy, right? But you have to believe us, babe. You're our Luna, our mate, bound to us by magic older than civilization itself."

– I use my Alpha tone “That doesn’t work with me Alpha, you can use that tone of voice as much as you like, I am not a wolf, and I don’t obey you” The council has one member of each species, I command our council, we have one representative from the wolves, one from the vampires, one from the angels, one from the demons, one from the humans and we have one from the witches. Why the fuck would they want her seat? “You know that Lorena is the voice of the Witches” – I say

She couldn't just let him get away with it, she had to do what her father promised him… to make him pay for what he did. Growling with anger, she broke through the wall where she hid and stomped off to meet king Mortis where he stood. She let her claws and fangs out and they were much bigger than that of regular werewolves. She was much stronger than normal werewolves too because she was a Lycan, an original and she was going to show it to him because nobody was going to mess with her family or pack and get away with it. Not under her watch. She dug her claws into the necks or faces of the guards that came at her without hesitation as her light blue eyes blazed red instead and she felt nothi

He stepped closer; the knife hovering just inches from my skin. “You’ll break,” he said softly. “They always do.” “Try me,” I whispered. “I don’t fear you.” “Oh dear, you should,” he responded. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he would go through with it. But then he lowered the knife with frustration written on his face. He was shocked at how I handled all his threats. He expected me to be begging, but I wasn’t Lyra. Lyra was unaware of the extent of strength apart from the Alpha blood that runs in her vein, there was more to her bloodline. Most wolves can’t take over the human form without transforming into a full wolf except the Lycans.

It is easy to make him angry and in anger he only knows how to kill. What if he was really Gregor? She panicked. “Layla…” She turned to her right, gaining the lady’s attention, whose name was Layla as she addressed her. “Layla…actually…Actually I have to go to Gregor. I’m afraid the werewolf mentioned by the minister would be Gregor.” Layla gasped. “Gregor? Why do you think that?” She uttered, keeping her voice low, not wanting any vampire to come to them and punish them even for speaking loudly. She understands they just need a chance to pounce on them.

I asked. All three of them exploded into laughter. Beta Lucas found his breath first. “No, Druids are very powerful shapeshifters. A werewolf is a human and a wolf soul that are linked. Laila is a shifter soul, she can summon more than just a wolf, obviously a bear but who knows what else.” Beta Lucas told me. Alpha Colton came and wrapped his arm around Beta Lucas’s shoulders. Sitting down next to him without a word. All at once the tension between them lifted.

Misty was the cause of it. I feared for my life. Everything I’d heard about his brutality, his ruthlessness was true. Yara, the alpha’s sister who had tormented me for years, lay lifeless at his feet, was proof that he cared nothing for royal blood. He killed whomever he pleased. Yet what frightened me even more was what my wolf whispered to me, something I dared not voice. - - - We arrived at the Nightcrawlers’ territory at midday, leaving behind the ruins of Trinity Pack under the cover of night.