Lor Zod Novels & Stories

“No. Absolutely not. We cannot take this to Azriel. We cannot challenge him.” Jordan nodded firmly. “If we do that, he will see it as a betrayal.” “Because it is betrayal,” Harris added. “She is his mate damn it. His Luna. His Queen. We have no right to question his choices.” Marcus’s eyes darkened, anger flaring hotter than before. “So you all want to bow? To obey blindly? To kneel to a hybrid?” “No,” Jordan replied calmly. “We want to live.” Marcus clenched his jaw. The room fell into a long stretch of tense silence. The crackling fire on the side of the room seemed to echo the heat of their conflict, burning quietly as the men stared at each other across the table.

Selene knows she isn’t a wolf, but that voice… she’s heard it before. A groan from Sorem pulls her out of her thoughts. She resumes licking him, pressing her body more closely against his to share her warmth. Using her Luna aura, she sends a general link to all the remaining members of the Redwood Wolves, informing them of what happened moments ago—the death of all the rogues and that their alpha, beta, and everyone who accompanied them are injured.

I said. "Who could have taken it?" A pack member asked. "All of Felix's men are dead." "Not all," I said. "I don't remember seeing Felix's assistant. What's his name?" I tried remembering. "Zoro," Zion said. "He couldn't have gotten that far in such a long time," I said. "I'm sure he's headed to Silver Dawn Pack, he and Leland are allies." Tiana burst out laughing like she'd suddenly lost it, and everyone looked in her direction.

"Zoya Ironwood, daughter of Sergei of the Red Fang pack. You have been tried and found guilty of treason and deceit." Liar! I think, burning with a sudden anger. There is no trial. I haven't committed treason. The pack members talk in hushed voices. Some of the powerful families are smirking. "...Isn't that Alpha Xander's Luna?" "Luna? Don't insult the Alpha. She's nothing but a nobody..." "A traitor!"

Jo asked, creating a chain reaction of Blue snorting and Roxie elbowing him to shut him up. "Gonakadet," Izzy said, correcting Jo. I raised my hand in the air and pointed at myself, "In all fairness ..... werewolf." I then pointed at Izzy, "Impundulu." Lastly, I pointed at Mia, "Probably an Impundulu." Jo smiled and nodded her head once. "Point taken. So, what IS a gonakadet, anyway?"

Landon asked. "My father was attacked and you worry about two fighter wolves I've assigned to his protection?" Zoe asked, her eyes glowing dangerously. "I'm just tired of people making decisions behind my back!" Landon replied angrily. "I am Luna." Zoe declared. "These wolves obey me as much as they obey you. Someone attacked my father. Someone sent that assassin. I am going to find them wherever they hide." As she said this, her eyes turned dangerously red and she fixed them on Landon. "I will find them whoever they are and wherever they hide. I will find them."

A figure emerged from the darkness, stepping into the moonlight. Zyra's heart raced as she recognized the tall figure before her. It was Alpha Luca, the leader of the Azure Moon Pack, known for their fierce loyalty and strong bond. He approached Zyra with an intense gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Alpha Luca," Zyra acknowledged respectfully, her voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through her veins. "What brings you here?" Alpha Luca's gravelly voice echoed through the night air as he spoke, "Word of your abilities has reached my pack. I came to witness them myself."

"No more hiding. I still lead the river team. But now I have more reason than ever to end this. I won't let my child be born in a world where Dexter rules. Where this Vorrak walks free." A fresh resolve settled in me, sharp and unshakable. The fire in my lungs had a purpose now. A future. Zordon looked at me with something fierce in his eyes. Pride. Love. Fear. "Then we strike first," he said. "And we don't miss." Lila looked down at the mirror one last time and murmured, "A child of moon and flame. The prophecy's turning." I didn't know what prophecy she meant. I didn't care.

Zli just stands there, adjusting a pair of heavy, dark sunglasses and pulling a charcoal-grey baseball cap low over his brow. “We have to keep Callum in the loop, Ron,” Zli says, his voice flat and analytical, the way he sounds when he’s staring at a balance sheet of blood money. “He’s my field lead. He has a right to know that the Crimson Dragons are currently hunting him as the primary suspect in the Club Ombra hit.”

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.