Lucian’s Regret Novels & Stories

"You could have just told me. We could have run together." "Run where?" he laughed, a bitter, dry sound. "The Vanes have eyes everywhere. The only way to win was to make them think I was broken. A man who has nothing left to lose is a man they stop watching. If you were with me, I would always have something to lose." "You still have me to lose," I said, leaning forward until my breath hit the back of his neck. "And you have... him. Or her." Lucian went rigid. He turned around suddenly, grabbing my wrists. His eyes were tortured, swirling with a storm of regret and desire.

I stumbled back, my hand hitting the doorframe. "I never loved you. I never wanted you. I never regretted losing you." He stepped toward me, his voice cold and deliberate. "The only thing I regretted was not getting what I wanted sooner. You were nothing but a stepping stone, Ymir. A tool. And now that you've outlived your usefulness, I have no more use for you." I stared at him. The man I had loved. The man I had grieved. The man who had knelt in the garden and begged for forgiveness.

My tone was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. Silas’s face drained of all color. He knew, deep down, that it was his own doing—the trust he shattered with his own hands. He clutched my arm like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “We still have time. We have so much time ahead of us. Please…” I shook my head. “Silas, the marks of hurt never fade. When you refused to save Yael, when you accused and berated him without listening, it was already over. You made sure there wasn’t enough time for us.”

If this was my last chance to say any last words before my untimely death, I would take full advantage! "I hope you all join me in hell soon." I felt the sting of the slap as it echoed in the room. I clutched my face and fell to the ground, the right cheek where my father slapped me burned. I licked my lips, tasting the tang of iron, blood. I hadn’t even seen him get up from his chair. Just as he was about to continue berating me, someone pushed the door open. "How dare you defile the future Luna candidate offered to the Lycan King!"

Eric did not dare say a word after getting lectured by Stella. Lowry, the driver, laughed happily when he saw Eric being taught a lesson. "Madam Stella, Mr. Chilton's place at home has been taken over since you married him. Who would have known that someone stoic as him would end up becoming a slave to his daughters?" Eric did not retort. All he did was shake his head in exasperation. Stella covered her mouth to sneak a laugh. She was all smiles. "Don't get tricked by his troubled face, Lowry. He's really enjoying it."

I said. Eloise blinked at me several times, disbelief plain in her eyes. “But five years ago…” she trailed off. “Five years ago was a different man, Eloise. And I regret it, every single day. And now that you’re back, I don’t want carrying my mark be the reason for me to lose you all over again,” My voice cracked and I looked away. My heart is sinking as memories of the past’s events came flooding back into my mind. Her scandal, her father, and that damn rotten pig I had locked up and released my frustrations to for what he did to my mate. Everything…

“They’ll arrive by morning.” Kael’s wolf bared its teeth in a silent snarl. Let them come. As the wind shifted, carrying the scent of ash and old grief, Lunaria whispered—not to the Moon, not to the land, but to herself: “I will not become what broke them.” The valley answered—not with light, not with fire— But with stillness. And somewhere beyond the ridges, ancient eyes turned toward the Sovereign Luna who refused to be a weapon.

He would never beg for his life. I sighed. “Matt, please just go away. I don’t have time to deal with all this now. I don’t want to have lunch with you, and there’s nothing to talk about or make right between us. I’m beginning to get irritated by all this.” “Meadow, there’s a lot to talk about between us, and you know it. I know I messed up seven years ago. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t thought about you. Please, I just need another chance to make it up to you. I just want us to start afresh,” he said, walking closer to me.

“My dad was right. You would never jeopardise your relationship with the King of Ardyth for Selena. She's not worth that much sacrifice, not after what she did.” Lucian's face crumpled. "Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think I want to let her go unpunished? I hate it. I hate myself for even considering it. But if I don't take this deal, I lose everything. I will lose the chance to defeat Elira. I will lose the chance to help all of us go back home. We will lose Lunaroria." His breathed heavily. “I regret not listening to you and trusting Talia but right now, i don't have a choice."

You can fix this. The other voice, colder and more distant, responded, It was the right choice. You did what was necessary. The first voice screamed back, more urgent now. You’ll regret it. You’ll regret it, Lucian! Lucian’s fist slammed into the ground, the sharp pain of glass piercing his skin barely registering. His mind was consumed with one thought. No! I will never regret this. I did what I had to do. But deep down, Lucian knew the truth. The ache in his heart, the burning regret that now threatened to consume him, was a sign that he might already be lost.