Lore C Novels & Stories

I can finally let go of my guilt and past. Lilith smiled knowingly. "A blood bond is special because it bonds you more than a normal connection that you share with your mate. But be careful, Hunt. There's trouble on the rise and I want you to be focused too. The pack needs reassurance now more than ever. I didn't get a vision this time, but something is coming and I'm not sure what it is but is not good. It's as of we're on the precipice of war."

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

“We did our best , Amanda, But what I was saying is that if I had known I would have asked you to get me autograph.” Amanda folded her arms and looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry I wished we could have saved her.” Joshua said. A man in as pin stripped suit walked into the room. “Who are you?” I asked. “Brandon Lee. Head of the Pennsylvania Federal Bureau of Investigation.” He said. “Get out.,” Amanda said cooly. “You must h be Amanda Thompson.” He said ignoring her demand. “You must be deaf becase I definitiely just said get out.” Amanda said again trying to remain calm.

Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place. This demon seeks out strong souls to take possession of. What stronger soul that that of a self-made, ever-growing, wealthy rancher in the newly formed state of Montana? It took on the identity of the beautiful and tortured soul from the settlement whose bones weren’t charred from the fire or dispersed by animals; Lucy. These factors made her far easier to resurrect and her beauty, made her the perfect choice. Since the head invader of the property – Ian- was the target, it made sense to use the beautiful young woman’s body to woo him into a state of less resistance.

Lune stood still, taking in everything Arlo was saying, but it was all happening so fast. Words like “second wedding,” “Luna,” and “recognized by all werewolves” swirled around her mind, making her feel disoriented. She watched as Arlo paced, clearly frustrated and weighed down by his guilt, but the more he said, the more confused she felt.

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

The lycan is a curse existence. Thus, they are hidden within the gloomy forest, the forest dreaded by all existence! But there are people who dare to cross the boundary and reach the forest to prove themselves. Throughout the entire century, no one have ever comeback after coming in. This cause the rumor to circulated, that lies the gloomy forest is a ferocious existence! “No way!” A young lady abruptly comment, her face horrible. “How comes that's be true? I don't believe it!”

The forbidden secret made everything feel even hotter. Mr. Lorenzo walked into the classroom looking relaxed and confident, his handsome face carrying that faint but dangerous smile. His eyes scanned the room and immediately locked onto hers in the front row. For a second, his gaze softened with something warm and romantic — like he was remembering every moment they had shared the day before. Elena’s heart fluttered wildly.

“I’m ready to die.” Lore approached Scarlet. Something about his demeanor had changed. He no longer seemed like the arrogant boy she’d met before. He seemed older, wiser. The black haired woman approached too. She was holding silver handcuffs. Scarlet let her place them around her wrists. Scarlet looked up, noting that she had an audience. Octal was watching on with a grave expression. Lore’s mom was ringing her hands and looking somewhat terrified as Lore removed a spear like weapon from a box and held it up in the air.

I ask her. Go back, look at baby Arlo! She demands. So I do, rewinding the memory to look at Leo holding his child and sure enough in the crevice where his neck meets his shoulder that is a oddly colours black and gold mark adorned on his neck. It’s slight and ever so small yet it’s there and I wonder what it is and why it’s there. Lora’s soul is matched to Arlo’s and his wolfs. You ensured that, but Celeste has facilitated it. The black is Hati’s soul seeping through Aspens. We must suppress her! Abyss shouts to me as if she’s talking through pain.