Lucci Teeth Novels & Stories

Our expedition team ventured into a desert wilderness to investigate rare mineral resources when we were suddenly struck by extreme heat that reached 158 °F. I nearly passed out from dehydration and quickly reached into my backpack for the electrolyte water I had prepared in advance. Just as I was about to drink it, I realized the bottle was half-filled with urine. When I turned around, I saw Ben Murphy, my wife’s childhood friend, gulping down my electrolyte water. As I was about to confront him, Amy Garner, my wife, grabbed my sleeve and said, “Don’t be mad. I gave Ben your electrolyte water. He’s almost dehydrated. You can make do with this for now.” My vision started to blur. Clutching the half-empty bottle of urine, I asked through gritted teeth, “I’m dehydrated. Instead of letting me rehydrate properly, you want me to drink this? Are you trying to kill me?” Amy was upset. “Don’t be ridiculous! Ben doesn’t work out daily like you do. He can’t handle this heat. Wasn’t it right to give him the electrolyte water? Besides, urine can hydrate you, too! Don’t be picky at a time like this.” Seeing how unreasonable she was being, I sent a distress signal with my location just before losing consciousness. [Severely dehydrated, near death. Expedition mission suspended. Request immediate rescue. Also reporting a robber in the team. Notify the police immediately.]

When Prince Aurelian is dragged before the Alpha King Vael, bloodied and shackled, he expects to die. Vael’s pack razed his kingdom, slaughtered his people—and now, Aurelian is nothing but a spoil of war. But fate is cruel. The gods made Aurelian his mate. Vael should kill him. Instead, he stares at the prince’s trembling lips, the delicate curve of his throat, the fire in his eyes, and all he can think about is how cruel the gods are and badly he wants to ruin him. "You hate me?” Vael murmured as he loomed over me, brushing his lips over the edge of my jaw and to the tip of my fingers too slow, too deliberate. One hand pinned my chest. The other dragged down his body until he gripped the base of his cock, still slick and half-hard, veins bulging like it hurt to hold back. “Good,” he growled. “I want you weeping when I take you—cursing me through clenched teeth while I fuck the fury out of your bones.” But Aurelian is not some broken thing to be claimed. A voice calls to him in the dark, a forgotten god whispering promises of power, revenge and freedom. All Aurelian has to do is surrender. Let it in. Let it take control. As rebellion brews and lust poisons every breath between them, Vael’s wolf wants to claim. Aurelian wants to destroy. But the bond is stronger than hate—and hunger always wins.

“Kneel down and apologize to her!” Ryker commanded with a low growl. “She is your Luna and you would learn to treat her as such.” “Uhh… mmm,” I moaned softly as Caden’s teeth grazed my earlobe, his hot breath tickling my skin. Aiden’s hands slid lower, tracing fire over my body, every touch making it harder to focus. Still, my gaze lingered on Selene and Mara. Their knees buckled before they finally sank to the floor, trembling, their eyes darting nervously. “We… we are sorry, Luna,” they stammered in unison, their foreheads nearly brushing the ground. A rush of power surged through me, colliding with the heat pooling in my stomach from Caden and Aiden touch. **** Wolf-less. Worthless. Until fate gave her three Lycan Kings. Born the daughter of an Alpha, Aria should have been destined for greatness. Instead, she was cursed—wolf-less, shamed, and cast aside by her own blood. When her half-sister steals her lover and her father plans to trade her off like a pawn, Aria flees into the night… only to collide with fate itself. Three mysterious brothers appear, each one powerful, ruthless—and bound to her by the same impossible truth. She isn’t just their mate. She’s the missing key to their destiny. But Aria’s wolf is locked away by ancient magic, and without the triplets’ bond, it may never awaken. With jealous rivals, old mistresses, and bloodthirsty enemies closing in, Aria must decide: embrace the mates fate chose for her… or be consumed by the world that already rejected her.

"I ask you one more time, Ally Shale, who sent you?" He moved closer to me and fired his interrogatory knives through me. Despite the fury in his eyes, I only felt one thing: his iciness. His words were as cold as he is. He terrorised me just with a stare. Was this the same man who had put his hot lips on me back at the club? Ice and fire don't mix very well. Every breath of the man on me sends fear rushing through my veins. I know he is capable of murder, as every mafia member is. He seized my chin and looked at me all over as if trying to find the answer on my body. "I can't name my employers," my teeth chattered as I spoke. I addressed him just as Kevin's man had. "Sir Tyler, I just... I didn't mean to intrude into your personal conversation… I was trying to just get close to you…." All of a sudden, I felt incapable of lying. It dawned upon me what I had just been injected with. But despite being unable to lie, I was still able to resist naming who I worked for. Lies and secrets were, after all, two different matters. Could I have been injected with the infamous truth serum? I questioned myself in fear. "Your resistance to the serum is strong, my little prisoner." He laughed coldly at me, but the next moment, his lips curled into an indescribable and yet amorous smile.

“I, Nikolai Ashwood, the future Lycan King of the Bloodmoon pack, reject you Lilliana Ayers as my mate and future Luna.” He affirmed, his eyes bloodshot with anger as they pierced through me. I could feel the heart wrenching pain from the rejection, especially since he’s an alpha and my body threatened to break. “But if you think for once that I’ll ever let you go, then you’re severely mistaken.” He growled through gritted teeth, his hands wrapped around my neck and depriving me of air. ————————————— Lilliana Ayers, an omega maid of the bloodmoon pack, never imagined that her life would change on her 18th birthday. Little did she know that she was fated to be the mate of the Lycan prince, the soon to be King and the cruelest of all alphas. She wasn’t expecting him to accept her as his mate so the rejection wasn’t shocking to her, what was most shocking was the fact that he refuses to let her go, defying all expectations! Nikolai Ashwood, The future Lycan King of the pack already knew Lilliana was his mate from the day he turned 18 but how was he, the future king, going to accept a mere maid as his mate?! It’s unheard of but something about Lilliana was exciting to Nikolai and he doesn’t want to let her go, at-least not just yet. Staying in the Bloodmoon pack, Lilliana had no other choice than to obey the wishes of Nikolai Ashwood. What happens when the obsessive and cruel Lycan king gives in to the scorching attraction? Will Lilliana accept the man who rejected her back?

"Your wolf is a feral monster, Vickon," I whisper against his neck, my fingers tracing the jagged silver scars marking his chest. "But his teeth belong to me now." "Then finish the bond, Zafira," he rumbles, a dangerous, low growl vibrating against my bare collarbone as his heavy hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against his solid frame. "Sink your fangs into my throat and claim your sovereignty. Let the whole dominion watch you take what is yours." In my first life, I was a blind, naive omega who believed the venomous lies of my pack-sister. I fled the sacred marriage alliance, rejected my true-mate signs, and watched the sovereign of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion bleed out in the snow to save my worthless life. Stranded in the wastes, I was brutally scarred and slaughtered by the very rogues I trusted. But the ancestors weren't finished with me. Reborn into the past, I wake up on the exact day of my binding transport with my memories completely intact and my inner wolf roaring for vengeance. I will not flee this time. I will crawl straight into the sovereign's den, wrap myself in his scent, and protect the terrifying, silver-poisoned True Alpha that the rest of the world fears. Let the corrupt elders plot, let the rogues test our borders, and let my traitorous family beg for mercy. They think I am a weak piece of currency to be traded, but I am here to claim my position as Lady Blackwynd. Vickon Blackwynd is the apex predator of the North—and this time, I am staying by his side until the pack burns.

Labeled a "Dormant Omen" and sold into a Mate-Contract to the lethal Alpha of the Montgomery Pack, Avery has spent years as a shadow in Hudson Montgomery’s glittering, cruel world. She was the mute trophy, the wife who couldn't shift, the girl who loved a man who only saw her as a political necessity. But when Hudson’s favored mistress returns and the pack turns its teeth toward her, Avery realizes that staying in the Silver Ridge will cost her more than just her pride—it will cost her the secret life growing inside her. One final signature. One last look. One clean break. "You want your freedom, Avery?" Hudson’s voice was a low, terrifying vibration against her skin, his hand bruising the small of her back. "Sign the scroll. Walk out of my den. But remember—once the bond is severed, I stop being your protector. I become your hunter." Avery’s fingers flashed in the flickering torchlight, her eyes burning with a defiance he’d never seen. I would rather be hunted in the wild than forgotten in your bed. The pain is a jagged blade. The divorce is a death sentence. But the hunger... the hunger is a fever. As the Silver Ridge teeters on the brink of war, Hudson realizes too late that the quiet girl he discarded wasn't a sheep—she was the moon that held his tides in check. Now, he’ll tear the world apart to reclaim her, but Avery is no longer playing by his rules.

When Ian Broker's childhood friend, Zoey Berg, hears that I have severe arrhythmia, she purposefully adds a strong dose of energy drink into my water. As soon as I drink the water, I feel my heart rate elevating rapidly. Heartwrenching pain instantly floods my chest. I quickly tear open the only pack of medication I have. Alas, that's when I realize that the water in my thermos flask has gotten swapped out with potent coffee. As soon as I took a sip out of my flask, my face goes eerily pale. Coldness floods my limbs as well, causing me to crumple to the floor as though I were paralyzed. Zoey keeps laughing at me to the point she has tears running down her face. "As expected of a theater student! You really are good at acting! I've been practicing medicine for so long, and I've never seen anyone suffering this much just by drinking some coffee!" I can only kneel before Ian in distress. My gums are on the verge of bleeding because of how tightly I'm gnashing my teeth together. "Ian, call the ambulance… I'm dying…" But Ian remains unperturbed by my condition. "That's enough, Daisy. Your performance will be far too dramatic if you keep this up. No one dies just by consuming a little coffee. "Besides, Zoey is a doctor. What can possibly happen to you with her around, anyway?" I no longer beg Ian for help. Instead, I draft an SOS text message and send it to someone else.

I'm a wedding dress designer, and one day before the finals of the Bridal Queen Tournament, explicit photos of me are posted all over the internet. Countless people accuse me of defiling the concept of love. They say I don't deserve to make wedding dresses, and in the end, I'm disqualified from the tournament. The photos can only come from one person—my boyfriend, Felix Evans. On the verge of a breakdown, I seek him out for answers. But right before I walk through the door, I hear him having a conversation with his twin, Leon Evans. "As expected, the netizens sank their teeth into Dahlia the moment the photos were posted online. I'm guessing that she's going to be blacklisted by the entire fashion industry too. There's no way she can compete against Sylvia for the title of Bridal Queen anymore." "Does this mean I can't pretend to be you and sleep with her anymore? Truth be told, she's pretty good in bed. She's pure, but she's also seductive." "You should take advantage of the situation and sleep with her as much as you want then. Once Sylvia wins the title of Bridal Queen, I'm going to cut ties with Dahlia completely and officially pursue Sylvia." Listening to their casual conversation, I feel like a sharp blade is being ruthlessly stabbed into my heart. I don't know how I got home. After sitting in a daze the entire night, I call a studio overseas and tell them, "I'll be joining you in three days."

During a battle with the vampires, I get injured by a silver dagger in order to protect my mate, Evan Stormhowl. Not only am I incapable of giving birth since then, but my wolf also sinks into an eternal slumber. Because of those reasons, I lose my status as the strongest warrior in the pack and become a laughingstock. For seven years, I grit my teeth and endure the mocking comments from others while doing my best to carry out my duties as the Luna, just so I can preserve Evan's dignity as the Alpha. But he can be seen with an arm wrapped around Lilian Wolfhart's waist at the hunting rite that's only hosted once per five years. When the celebratory banquet is in full swing, an elder named Lucas Nightshade clinks his wine glass while guffawing loudly. "Alpha Evan, I know you've been yearning for Lilian this whole time. Why don't you let her have your pup tonight?" The bonfire illuminates Lilian's bright red cheeks, making her look delicate and beautiful. I let out a cold chuckle before dumping a glass of red wine onto Lilian, who's still fantasizing about having Evan's pups. "I reject that suggestion! I, Erin Bloodmoon, will never share my mate with other she-wolves!" Since seven years have already passed, everyone else must have already forgotten that I'd rather have a dead mate than a disloyal one.