Lucian's Regret Unknown Wolf Series Novels & Stories

logan who shot Ruth a cold gaze. “Why did you discard what your sister gave you?”.Mr.Logan snarled at Ruth and asked.A storm could be seen brewing on his face. Mrs.Logan held Rita's hand gently as she caressed her cheeks. “Don't cry my baby, your father will handle it”. She assured her and hugged her passionately, Rita's false tears didn't stop streaming down her cheeks. “Ruth!!!!”. Mr.logan yelled her name because his previous question with silence,it was obvious Ruth wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

I inquired, attempting to maintain calmness in my tone. He did not respond. Rather, his eyes were focused on the edge of the forest. Shortly after, silhouettes appeared from the darkness—wolves, but they weren't from our pack. Their eyes shone with animosity, and their teeth were exposed. “Shadow Strays,” Lucian snarled, advancing to confront them. The biggest of the arrivals, a wolf marked by a scar down one side of his face, transformed into his human shape. His smirk was undeniable.

"It's strange that us, vampires didn't feel his presence. Neither tonight nor yesterday." "What would I know? In the meantime, he was right there facing me." After trying to sense the animal with his powers - unsuccessfully. Lucian tries more basic methods and searches the ground for footprints. As I see him tense up, I know he has proof that I wasn't lying. The wolf left traces of his passage. Lucian gets up and he doesn't look too happy. "What's wrong? Is it serious?" "I wouldn't say that. But we don't take too kindly to trespassing werewolves. What's more without proclaiming themselves and concealing their footprints as much as possible."

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

Jealously filled over my head, seriously my anger got more severe after hearing his name and also my curiosity about him. “I know who is that wolf and why he was there?” her words drew my attention back to the werewolf I met last night. She knew him and she also knew why he was there. How could that be? She just said she don’t know him and now she was saying she recognizes him. Rushing back to her, my eyes sought an answer from her, “what do you mean you know him? Answer me.” I yelled at her as she was the culprit. Wiping her tears and collecting herself, she took a long breath and continued to disclose my curiosity on my mind, “I am not lying about coming here alone and I don’t remember whe

“If the male I am bound to in spirit asks me to reveal what I know, I will lay it bare at his feet. Luckily for your fragile borders, I know absolutely nothing. However, and most importantly, Rowan and I have far too much fun living our lives, conquering new territories, and exploring each other’s wildness to waste a single breath of our nights discussing your irrelevant clan.” Lucian’s composure fractured entirely. He lunged forward, his heavy, scarred hand clamping down around my wrist with an angry, crushing pressure, shaking me slightly as his fangs began to distend. “Love? You foolish little wolf. Do you actually believe a predator like Rowan Ashcroft could ever feel anything resembling

though Lucian knows how pained they all feel during the transformation there was something else going on, his intuition kept on telling him. pushing his worries off his mind, he steps closer to his now well-transformed wolf with white and black patches. Lucian patted his hair and spoke gently to him "be a good pup, huh, your alpha king brother has an unfinished business out of these walls," he stood up to go out. Lucian hadn't even taken a step away, he heard an angry gnarl from the then-calm wolf, he turned immediately and resume patting him again. "I will be back soon brother, I never go back on my words, Do you trust me?" his question met with a little whimper and a small push, gesturing

As I contemplate their moves. ‘Go low, I go high.’ I instruct her. She is my best warrior out of all. We fight together, and we seem to overpower them, we put some down, but we are also left with some bruises ourselves. Just as we are about to claim victory, another team, arrives. More deadly outnumbering us. ‘Oh, so you are the famous Lucian.’ The one who looks like their leader says, grinning at my wolf. How did he know me in my wolf form?

The echo of a voice saying, *“You don’t get to decide if I live or die anymore.” By someone, not something. He didn’t answer. They reached the front doors. Wolves were already assembled outside, some in human form, some half‑shifted, ready to run. “If I let myself have her,” Lucian thought grimly, looking out at the forest’s dark fringe, “truly have her, I might destroy her.” His wolf snarled at the very idea of pushing her away. “Better destroyed by me than by them,” it whispered. “No,” he said aloud.

Gerwulf's voice dropped an octave showing his anger. "Not a wolf? Well it's not completely unheard of just rare and..." the doctor starts sniffing at me harder, shining a light into my eyes," the Luna isn't a wolf either so that might be why." "What?" I spoke for the first in weeks. My voice was hoarse and it almost hurt. My eyes shifted to Gerwulf who only uttered a," she hasn't been made aware of that yet." My gaze hardened on my mate as he tried his best to not look my way.