Novel & Cerita Lucerys X Aemond

Make someone flinch. Elarion didn’t. His expression didn’t even flicker. The muscular guy’s grin widened. “My name’s Aurel Lysel. From the House of Lysel.” The Clan of Lysel. A noble house. Old blood. Known for warriors. Their ancestors were said to defeat dragons in the past. Aurel finally released the grip and gave a single approving nod. “You’re strong. I like that. How about we become mates?” Elarion blinked once.

“His image,” Vera finally said. “And his vices.” Now they were getting somewhere. Isaac tilted his head, keeping his voice light and breezy as he murmured, “Vices? What kind of vices?” Vera glanced toward the palace, as if worried they might be overheard. “He pretends to be so proper, so traditional,” she said, lowering her voice. “But there’s this Lycan liquor he loves—Blue Moon Spirit. It was banned from export to the Werewolf kingdom during the trade disputes a few years ago.”

After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn. I felt honored that she approached me. She didn’t approach anyone else, but when she did, I felt her mind reach out and touch mine and Kella’s. ‘Sister of my sister, it is good to meet you.’ ‘Hello, Lucero,’ I say and feel Lily enter our mind space as if we are all part of one pack. Lucero leans in, sniffing my stomach. ‘Your son will be a great ruler, just like his father,’ she says, lifting her head and looking at Drake. ‘Peace will remain between the Fae and the vampires for centuries.

Aemond growled, walking towards me. “You have to kill me to get it!” My jaw stiffened as I spat back at him. “And that I'd do without a second thought,” Aemond growled, charging towards me. My rejuvenating body gave up on me as Aemond lunged into me. My knees buckled. I fell hitting hard on the stone floor. “Damon! Now!” I heard Lyra yell. I was concentrating on fighting Aemond, not paying attention to what her call code meant. Aemond fist connected to my jaw with forceful impact, bouncing my head on the ground.

The promise of retribution hung between us, brother to brother, understood without words. "When we do," I agreed, my voice low but certain, "he will never threaten Emma or our daughters again." Aeson rumbled his approval, his golden presence settling into watchful vigilance within me. Whatever came next, whatever it took, Benjamin Thorne would learn the true meaning of a Lycan king's wrath.

“There's something I want to tell you and I don't know how you're going to take it. But I've been thinking about it for a very long time and I think I'm right. I just can't prove it yet.” He dropped his bowl of ice cream and sat up to face me. “What is it? I'm listening.” “I think Aemond is involved in dark magic. I think he knows much more than he's saying. He and Silas are friends, there's no way he's not in on the plan to kill me and take my powers. He can tell us everything we need to know.” It took him some time to understand what I was saying. “You mean, my dad is also an enemy?”

I answered as I checked Aurora's pulse; they were so weak that I could barely feel anything. I slowed down a bit and followed one of my soldiers who knew a physician around this location. I carried Aurora in my arms as we arrived. “What's going on? I have never seen so many horses here, I have never seen so many soldiers here, Is the physician in trouble? Isn't that the Lycan? That's the Lycan, Who is he with? Why is there so much blood? Who is that woman? What's going on? I have never seen the Lycan around here,

“I would like to discuss the alliance.” There was a very quiet moment. Lucerian leaned back a little bit. “I’m listening.” He was quiet. I swallowed. “ Nightbane Pack would like to establish diplomatic ties. Lucerian nodded once. I continued. No one should have left Nightbane after the stolen alliance. I felt embarrassment on my cheeks and forced myself to go on. I'm going to right that wrong, I will marry you. A few advisers glanced at each other. Lucerian didn't show any emotion. I closed my eyes and took another breath.

My wolf was still connected to his, and so no matter how much I hated him, I’ll still feel the pain. “Your majesty, please,” I pleaded, my tone soft as I stared King Dominic in his eyes. It felt like staring in hell, his gaze carried a burning sensation that I couldn’t even explain properly. All I could say was that it was nothing normal. Otherworldly. King Dominic finally let him go. Cyrus dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. He coughed several times, just trying to catch his breath. I noticed that he was also coughing up blood.

Lucian called out, his voice carrying a weight of concern and caution before Adam climbed into the ring. Adams turned to face Lucian, the conflict within him evident in his eyes. Although he yearned to heed Lucian's unspoken plea to halt the fight, the weight of his duty held him back. "Be careful," Lucian uttered softly, his words resonating with a mix of anxiety and genuine care. Adams nodded, acknowledging the underlying concern shared between them. "So you're the Mano Beta? I see nothing special about you, and I'm about to make everyone else see that too," Greyjoy sneered, his face contorted with disdain and malice.