Lorcan Scamander Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

“Any objection?” Silence. “Good. Sara Desmond,” the air hums in anticipation of what Landon will do with her. I don't think he discussed this with his parents, but then again, I don't think they care. Even Sara looks terrified. Good to see something on her aside from her bitchy attitude, “I, Landon McBroom, Alpha of the United Kingdom pack and King of the werewolves, you are hereby banished from the United Kingdom pack and every other pack out there.”

The scent of shock rolled off them like heat. Then Catto’s voice broke the silence. “Impersonation?” Cristo nodded. “Infiltration. Confusion. Disruption from the inside. If they can shake loyalty within your walls, the war is half-won.” Scales cursed under his breath. But I didn’t blink. “Who are they training to play me?” Cristo took a breath. Then he spoke the name: “Il Fantasma. His name is Elias.” An orphan from Sardinia.

I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, but they kept dragging me away—from the very moment that could change my life forever. “Please… let me go, let—” The words died in my throat. The doors to the pack house creaked open, and everyone turned toward them. My heart thundered against my ribs and my breathing restless from struggling as my gaze locked onto the figure standing under the moonlight. Torian Valon. The future Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. And then his eyes found mine. A chill rushed down my spine as his words. “Mate.”

Lorcan earned the name The Bloody Alpha thanks to his love of draining and spraying his victim’s blood. The man is half-vampire, hence though he swears he does not drink blood. He’s half-wolf and loves tearing people apart. There hasn’t been one week gone by since I met Lorcan that he hasn’t shed blood. I sometimes wonder if he has an addiction. Lorcan is known far and wide, and he is the most feared Alpha around. No one wants to cross him for fear of what Lorcan will do. The man doesn’t make threats; he makes promises – as is his mantra. Meaning, everyone knows that should Lorcan tell you that he’ll wipe your family or pack out, that’s a promise. Lorcan always comes good on his promises.

As it was the old woman slowly took a breath then picked herself up and shuffled over to me and my Pack Healer. 'I am so sorry.' I began but she held up her hand to stop me. 'Do not apologise Alpha, it was my own fault. Your little Luna is not all she appears. You already know she is the Solar Lycan, a portent of great change in the Shifter World. With that legacy comes great responsiblity as well as great power, all of which she will eventually share with you.' I raised an eyebrow and said. 'Eventually?' The witch gave a low chuckle,

He cannot just let this pass up as it turns out that his one and only daughter is a spy and a traitor at him. "No. We still have the same markings, however, Damian, you will go inside the border with us," Illac said the widened Lorcan's eyes. "What? Illac that is-" "I will ask someone to replace him," said Illac looking at Lorcan sharply. Who could it be? there is no one in their right mind that would rescue an alpha werewolf inside Kala's stronghold, let alone Solana who is doomed to die on the night of the full moon. "That is even," Lorcan did not even bother finishing his sentence, since Illac already knows what he is doing, he really can interfere unlike earlier where he is just acting l

The Freedom Pack. The Purity Pack. The Passion Pack. The Vengeance Pack. The Devotion Pack. The Discipline Pack. The Harmony Pack. "Landon! What are you doing alone with an unmated She Wolf?" Landon's father, Clarke's voice abruptly entered my thoughts. My vision shot up, to where Clarke's brooding glare shocked me into submission. "Father, she's my friend," Landon argued. Landon's size was considerable compared to his father's. The Alpha blood that runs through him allows him to no longer cower to his father's stern words, but to come back with a response equally stubborn.

After her best friend was seated, they started with the first thing on the agenda: who is the leader of the rogue corporation? Juan got the ball rolling, “Jake is definitely a candidate.” “So is Greg.” Christian continued before adding, “Maybe even Sebastian Cummings.” “No, he isn’t.” Xandar and Lucianne said at the same time, and Lucianne blushed at the synchronicity of their response while Xandar reached for her hand on the table. Toby resisted the urge to tease them again as Xandar explained how Sebastian couldn’t have been involved in any manner. Raden then said, “This may be a long shot but did any of you recognise any Lycans in Forest Gloom the other day?”

Because if Lucian thought he could outmaneuver me, If he thought age or madness made him untouchable, If he thought he could take what belonged to me, He’d forgotten who I was. No more games. I would send a whole team of kickass hunters to Evergreen. Lucian wouldn't know what hit him. Dead or alive, I didn’t care. Pandora was also done playing house with her picket fence. That slut would be coming back alive, and I would find out once and for all whose child she carried. Grand Dragon in waiting. Heir to the Hunter empire. The man who would burn the world clean of wolves. And I had a wolf strapped to a table waiting for me.