Lorcana 1st Edition Booster Box Novels & Stories

“What future do you want to build with her? Because whether the answer comes tomorrow or weeks from now, the world won't suddenly become peaceful.” He gestured toward the documents on my desk. “There's the Stormvale alliance. There's the Redwood Pack. There are our rivals. There are elders who already have opinions about Lady Olivia. And there are people inside this territory who don't want to see her become Luna. So if I were you...” he pointed at the file in front of me. “I'll use my time wisely.” “But how?” I asked. “How am I supposed to do it without looking desperate?”

The pack is returning, Running River is dissolving, and the Lunarae gives us the perfect opportunity. I stop mid-step, turning to Bram and the others, my eyes bright with determination. “Here’s what we do,” I say, my voice low but commanding. “Someone gathers a whole supply of wolfsbane. I’m talking enough to fill an entire room with smoke. Another person will set it on fire, but carefully, so the smoke spreads like a thick gas through their celebration hall. It won’t kill anyone, but it’ll knock everyone out.”

There was no need for excessive gratitude. Seeing that everything was settled, Andrius was eager to check the legendary Dragon Flame Lotus and its effects. He instructed, “Noir, you take care of them. I have something else to do.” Noir readily agreed. “Nothing will go wrong with me here, Andy!” Andrius nodded and returned to his own room where Old Hagstorm was already waiting. “Andrius, I bet you can’t wait any longer.” Old Hagstorm laughed and opened the three blind boxes.

There are pancakes and what looks like freshly squeezed orange juice and if I’m honest, I’m starving. “…they’re all good qualities in a Luna.” He states. “I’m not sure I’ll be the kind of Luna this Pack wants.” I mutter. He frowns. “What makes you say that?” “I’m human. I doubt any pack would choose to have a human Luna.” “You can give this Pack power no other has.” He says. “A Lycan heir would make the Blood Rose Pack unrivalled.” “Urgh.” I mutter, grabbing a plate, and piling up a load of pancakes.

Mora said to Amos, smiling like a maniac, with pure greed written all over her eyes. “Mora!”. “What, Amos! I already told you that I will win everything back at the casino tonight! What else do you want from me?! Besides, we still have Séraphine! She is nothing but a naive and foolish lady”. “As long as I threaten her, she will naturally give me more money. So, what are you afraid of?”. “Damnit. I just wish Daxter would remain without an heir all the days of his life, so our son could step up as the new Alpha of the Red Moon pack”. Mora said.

Chapter 4 Frederick Claw ~ I watched as the dude who seemed to be the leader of the entire army of lycans placed his hand into a small parchment and brought out a diminutive bottle that appeared to contain a red-colored liquid. He brought the bottle in contact with his lips and in a single gulp, emptied the contents inside his mouth. He let out a loud and somehow dreadful roar afterwards. “Now the real battle begins!!!” said the leader fully transformed into a mutant lycan. “Get out of my way.”

Silas rolled his eyes boringly, he had been in this meeting for an hour, 30 minutes and 25 seconds to be exact and he was getting pissed off with each second that ticked by. “And why is it alarming?, I will find my mate when it is due time” Silas scoffed, playing with the sharp nib of the fountain pen that he usually used in signing documents by stabbing it lightly into the wooden oak table, the nib made hole dents in the table with just a prick. “A pack without a Luna is not really a pack, no matter how strong we claim that we are, if we don't have a Luna then we are as good as the other packs out there” Elder Ramus, the leader and chief of the council of elders said in a passionate tone.

“Natalie, Irene, I need to see the grimoire. There is a spell for dispelling one soul from another.” “NO!!” It was Drake, once again, struggling against his captors. “No, Rosalie, don’t you dare. I forbid you… AS YOUR ALPHA. I forbid you to help this arsehole!” he lashed out at Landon. His claws leaving a deep scratch across his shoulder blade.

“You’ll get used to it.” “I already am,” I admitted, and that was the truth. Crimson Snow Pack was nothing like Ironcrest. It wasn’t as structured, and not as disciplined. The warriors trained, yes but without the same precision I had grown up seeing. The packhouse wasn’t as grand, the people not as guarded. Everything felt… freer. And for a while, I convinced myself that was enough. Damon stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against mine before he intertwined our fingers.