Lore C Novels & Stories

"That is my gift to you. Be the figure in your dreams. Restore victory to the Demons. " " Restore victory to the Demons. " Lora turned to look at the crowds. " I Lora Weston, daughter of the leader of Acacia and the only survival of it's kind. My families, my people were killed by the hunters and I've sworn to revenge for them. If I'm truly what fate has chosen for me, then so be it."

I know the girl very well. Lorcan thinks Emily is bad, but she has nothing on Claire. That woman is a viper with very sharp fangs. After Lorcan returned this afternoon, he was in a foul mood; I thought nothing of it. That’s nothing new with Lorcan, but there was something more bothering him. He wouldn’t talk to me about anything, though I knew he’d killed while he was out. Again, nothing new. Lorcan earned the name The Bloody Alpha thanks to his love of draining and spraying his victim’s blood.

Kory attacked, raising up her a daring brows. "How dare you!!" Lorraine growled at her. Kory was shocked. Did....she just growl at her? Like...she growled!!? Lorraine noticed her slip-up. Embarrassed, she walked past Kory. "She's...a werewolf.” Kory said to herself. "I don't have time for that either way.” Kory added and walked back to her bike. Lorraine had actually came back to the mall because she forgot an extra bag. The cashier was kind enough to return it to her

Real. But not everything had returned to normal. Some things never would. Loria had dropped the illusion the moment we stepped back onto coven land three weeks ago. She hadn’t tried to hide her power since. Her hair stayed that impossible black, cascading down her back like night woven into silk. Her eyes shone with that piercing green wrapped in silver. She moved with the calm authority of someone who knew she could command the earth itself if she wished. And she did it all while holding a baby in each arm.

Worshiped. Lorraine’s chest tightened. She could feel Caden beside her, his silence a weight she had grown used to, a silence she no longer trusted. His eyes had been on Amara throughout the ceremony. She knew it. She had seen it. Circe had seen it too. “She shines too bright,” the witch had whispered. “And flames that bright consume everything. Even him.” The thought lodged deep, poisonous and tempting all at once. If Amara remained, Lorraine would always be second. The dutiful mate. The shadow at the edge of the flame. But if Amara were gone…

Bonus Scene: One Year Later—The Arena Loud cheering sounds in the background like a tidal wave. Inside the brightly lit MMA arena in Rome, the crowd was in a state of euphoria, chanting one name with fervor. “LU-CI-A-NA!!” In the cage, one glove raised in triumph. Luciana stood victorious, sweat gleaming on her brow. Her opponent lay sprawled behind her, the referee already waving off the fight. It had taken just under two minutes.