Lazuli Eeveelution Squad Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Through the haze, he saw at least six, cloaked, armed, their movements sharp and disciplined. “Scouts?” Lira whispered. Kael nodded. “Silver Ash. But they’re moving differently, faster.” The scouts were examining the ruins, each carrying fragments of glowing crystal, remnants of the Crown’s energy. When one of them lifted a shard, the air shimmered, revealing an afterimage, Evelyn’s silhouette, just for a second, standing amid light. Lira’s eyes widened. “Kael… that’s” “Proof,” he said. “She’s tied to the magic somehow.”

“Better than what I expected. But still from what I see they lack motivation. For us to get the best out of them, it'll depend on the fire in their gut, and whether we give them something to believe in.” I grunted. “Then we make them believe.” Kael gave a knowing smirk. “That’s what you’re good at.” He wasn’t wrong. I know how to rally a troop of wariors behind me. “And the scouts?” I asked. “They're smart. But their loyal,” Kael said. “But not to Zephyr. To Lucy.”

“Your—your eyes.” I turn to see Gabriel back into his non-threatening form as well. “My dear, what happened?” Dammit, Olivia, Eugene barks into my mind link Your eyes. What about them? One of them is gold, like the Queen Luna’s wolf. The other—it’s purple. Herold sobs now, “it’s just like Olivia’s.”

Barbie didn't know why but her mind immediately went to Kingsley and Leviathan. "A basketball game is happening between the black squad and the blue eagles , I heard from some students that the black squad are really good at gaming while the blue eagles aren't that great but people are expecting them to do better since they have a new leader they said his name is Kingsley he is a new student like us " Celine explained and Barbie quick started staring at Basketball pitch. A whistle was blown and the two team stepped out Mark was part of the black squad he was there leader so he was at the front.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

Ribbons of blue and crimson light coiled around Caveen’s limbs, lifting him gently from the ground, suspending him like a butterfly in a glass jar. “Begin the reading,” commanded Elva, the seer from the Sapphic Eye, her pupils a swirling mist. As the enchantments settled around Caveen, the orb shifted colors—from blue to violet, then to gold. His aura became visible: a swirling storm of multiple hues. “Unusual,” murmured one vampire elder. “I sense vampire lineage—clear and dominant.” “And Lycan,” added Jarak, the Alpha emissary. “No doubt he is Carl’s son.”

The dungeon stones groan, hairline cracks creeping along the mortar. “It’s pushing back,” Caelan says tightly. “I know,” Lazriel grits out. The silver thread surges again, straining toward the unseen Gate. The violet weave flickers. For a split second I think it will snap again like before. Then Lazriel does something different. Instead of pulling harder he loosens his grip. The silver strand wavers in confusion. Lazriel slides his other hand into the circle, pressing his bloodied palm to the rat’s small chest.

he seethes, his tone accusatory. “We like to view this as a TEAM effort,” I hear a voice announce. I look behind me to see Ezillus alongside three other Gods I’ve never met. The one who spoke has violet hair done in a long Viking braid down her back with gorgeous cocoa skin making her silver eyes pop against her indigenous features. She’s gorgeous and looks like she’s happy to be here, which is questionable. “You can’t have assembled an army this fucking fast, not unless you knew it was going to happen,” Jartre continues.