Lorcan Scamander Novelas e Histórias

he said, the word catching in his throat, “I launched my own investigation. I needed to know what happened. Who was responsible. These are what I found.” I leaned forward, scanning the papers. Phone records showing calls between my father and a Lycan area code. Bank transfers from one of my father’s shell companies to an account in the Lycan Kingdom. And most damning of all was a photograph of my father’s Beta meeting with two people: one tall and broad-shouldered, built like a bear, while the other was slender and modelesque. I didn’t recognize either of the people, as their hair and faces were covered, but it looked… suspicious.

I was familiar with nightmares, I had a lot of them when Lea passed away but never had I seen anyone struggle to get away from one with such pain and was barely able to like she did. I had asked Lucas, a young man from the clan to gather every piece of information he could on her since Silas and I were busy. Today we were meeting with another Lycan pack on the west side to suggest an alliance. Silas and I were currently in front of the house of a young Lycan named Kallen, the son of the previous leader of that clan. He was in his late twenties and had a handsome face with a full set of fangs, but what I noticed the most was those red glowing eyes. He was one of the rare lycans who couldn't s

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

Landon said emotionlessly, watching from a distance as Theo grabbed his gun and pressed it against her forehead. "Stop!" I said and he halted in his movements, all of them looking toward me and I shook my head. "Let her go." I told Theo and he looked over at Landon. Landon didn't take his eyes off of mine, his arms now crossed over his chest. They all waited for him to say something. He stared into the depths of my soul and without looking away said, "Portarla via." He told them, still looking at me and Theo nodded.

His hair was slicked back, his smile sharp and practiced. “Found beneath the old water tunnels,” he continued, voice carrying easily, “battered, bleeding, but still breathing. A survivor of the surface raids. A fighter of the Northern Rebellion. A Lycan.” The crowd stirred. I caught whispers in the air — “traitor,” “The Rogue King will love this one.” The announcer gestured lazily toward me. “They call him Cardan. Some of you may know the name. Others may not care. But you will, once you see what he can do.”

In that room, there were his parents, his friends, and some pack members, who came there to tell him about what other pack members think of Elysian. “Alpha, there is a rumor in the pack that our Luna is a monster.” One of those men kneels down in respect in front of him as he reported. Lorcan reached with the speed of light to him as he grabbed him by his throat and pinned him up in the air on a concrete wall. “Lorcan.” Richard Lorcan, his father got up from his seat to warn him but didn’t dare to stop him for what he was doing. He knows it’s dangerous to interfere in between when his son is losing his temper.

Lycan- we are dressed wolf! Lori- oh! Lycan- what are you doing here and who are you? Lori- I am Lori , I just want to pass. Please. Lycan- well Lori, I am Brandon the king of lycans... Now I will ask again who are you? And don't lie to me I can smell the army of wolfs coming for you! Lori- I am xander's mate, soon to be Luna of Bloodmoon pack. Brandon- I see, well we you being here is making problems which will lead to blood shed and death! So why don't you go back?

“Lucian Aldric is the confirmed identity. His adoption records show that Don Ramon Blackwood legally adopted him at the age of fifteen. Prior to that, he was listed as a ward of the state. His biological family’s records have been sealed.” Adopted. Aurora’s throat tightened. Lucian had never mentioned his life before Don Ramon. And now it was clear why. “There’s more,” Red continued, and Aurora wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it — but she couldn’t stop now. “Lucian Aldric has extensive ties to several offshore accounts linked to the St. Callisto Foundation. Transaction history shows that large sums were funneled from Lancaster Corporation into these accounts over the past two years. These fun

Adrian pressed, his voice laced with concern. "I don't know his name, but I've heard rumors," Lorcan admitted. "He's an old man, but don't be fooled by his age. He's a lone wolf, cunning and ruthless. He's manipulated these rogues into doing his bidding, and he's searching for something very specific." "A cure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the word echoing in the room. Lorcan nodded solemnly. "Yes, a cure. According to my informant, he's suffering from a rare disease, and his only hope lies in the blood of a person with a unique trait."

"Something is bothering me." "Oh, at least we both agree on that," Damon said, a hint of dry humor in his voice. "So will you talk about it?" Callie straightened up slightly, turning so she could see his face properly. She took a breath and asked, "The guy with the scar… who is that?" "In your visions?" Damon asked, his expression becoming more serious. "Yeah." Callie nodded. "Korran." The name rolled carefully off Damon's tongue, like it tasted bitter. "Imagine a rogue wolf… dangerous, unpredictable, operating outside pack law. Now imagine a rogue lycan with all that power and none of the restraint. That's him."