Lucy Kincaid Series Novels & Stories

, Lucy took Austin's hands and promise him to buy ice cream. Three of them walked out from the cemetery with their hands together. Heaven is clearer than yesterday and birds chirping everywhere. Lucy closed her eyes to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. She opens it again and then she realized that she's still inside the hospital while Kent was sleeping beside her. She was dreaming again. If that was a dream, it feels so real. She will deal with Cassandra, later on, she goes out to the hospital. A great smile painted on her face to think that her family was saved and Cassandra went to prison. She closes her eyes again to keep dreaming.

But for the first time since I'd arrived at this estate, I no longer doubted that something worth moving toward actually existed. I thought, before finally allowing sleep to claim me, of the particular cruelty embedded in the timeline I'd just assembled — a family searching desperately for a stolen daughter across three territories, while that same daughter grew up less than a week's ride away, raised as someone else's beloved child, only to be discarded the moment a different daughter returned to reclaim her place. Two families, each convinced they'd lost what mattered most, each unaware that the answer to one grief had been quietly living inside the wound of another the entire time.

“You’ve done nothing but tear this family apart. You and your manipulations. Don’t think I haven’t heard about the pills on your bedside table.” My spine stiffened, my mind replaying the blood soaking through my pants. “What about them?” “How convenient that you’d keep something like that close by. Did you ever plan on having Louis’ kids? Were there others before?” Lucy scowled, her eyes burning with hatred, “Or is it just the delusion clouding your mind? A moment of darkness, and you killed your own child.”

she calls back from the living room, tired but warm, “I’m resting. Eat and sleep early, yes?” “Okay, Granny.” The second my bedroom door closes behind me, my legs buckle and I slide down to the floor. My bag lies beside me, silent and heavy. The diary is inside. My palms sweat. Don’t do it. She trusted you. She was kind today. But then the image flashes again—Lucien’s hand closing around that girl’s throat. The panic in her eyes. The way he didn’t stop. Or maybe… maybe the way he couldn’t stop.

“I meant politely, you little glowing gremlin! Not stalk a human like a curious cat discovering light bulbs!” “Well,” Yin straightened, lowering his voice dramatically, “about that... I was investigating the rumors. The ones about the land god’s successor. Just to verify.” “And?” Yin grinned. “Guess what, my lord?” “Tell me right now or I will punch your Adam’s apple through the phone screen.” “Selena Collins,” Yin said, glancing around theatrically like he was revealing royal gossip, “has the mark and it's already activating, centered, humming with spiritual inertia. I saw it myself. The land god prophecy nailed it.”

The witch fell silent, which irked me more than ever. "Do you have something to say, Lydia?" Lucius took it up, a suspicious look on his face. "Is there something you are not telling me?!" "I'm sorry, my Lord," she said, shaking on her knees. "I found out that one of my witches was compromised." "What?" "I'm sorry. I killed her off as soon as I found that she was being possessed by another being." "When was that?" Lucius asked, drawing out his words. "On the day the Alpha King demanded to go with his bride."

he muttered. --- Kyra’s POV I returned to the quarters and slipped quietly onto the bed beside Lilith. She was fast asleep, her breathing soft and steady. I turned to face the other side, my mind refusing to rest. Scenes from Lucian’s room wouldn’t stop replaying. His kisses, his wet hair clinging to his face, the way he touched and lifted me—then, the way he turned violent, almost beastly, afterward. What was happening to him? That wasn’t normal.

Even as Jenny lay in bed that night, she had her mind set on what the next day would bring. Her eyes were on the ceiling, but she saw nothing of the shadows that lay there whenever the lights were turned off. All she had her mind on was seeing if this Lycan was the one who saved her, the Stranger.

After the brothers' departure, Lucy, Kyra's mother, went up to her room and sat in front of the dresser, staring at her reflection. Kyra was a mirror image of her, even keeping the freckles that dusted her cheek. It hurt everyday to look in the mirror and know that her daughter was missing. Taken against her will. She had only been pretending to not have a clue about anything when the brothers were here. Hypnotized? That wasn't possible. Because Lucy was a witch descendant, just like her daughter was. And if her daughter had disappeared without a trace, then it could only be the witches that had taken her.

LUCIEN I found myself yearning to check on Evangeline, a desire too strong to deny. It was a falsehood that I was simply curious if she was hard at work. I longed to witness the sight of her as she erased the bloodstain from the wall. I knew it would be a sight to behold.