Lucy X Natsu Novels & Stories

said Mason. Xavier was drinking beer next to the tree and he was looking at her. His eyes turned red due to anger when saw her grabbing him. “Like mom, like daughter,” Mila said and walks off. Liam moves his head in disappointment. ************* “Where are we going lover boy?” asked Amanda. “Oh Amanda, please come back to your senses or else I will be toast,” he said. “Why the hell it is not wearing off,” he said, irritated. “You are so handsome, you are the son of narcissus,” she said with a deep voice.

"We were family, Lucy. How can you throw it all away?" Lucy's gaze hardened, her voice firm as she pushed Darren away. "Family doesn't confine me or dictate who I should be with. Stanley is my mate, and he makes me whole. I won't apologize for following my heart." Stanley tightened his grip on Lucy's hand, drawing her closer to him. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, a gesture meant to solidify their bond and assert his dominance over the situation. The act was both a display of affection and a deliberate challenge to Darren, a reminder that Lucy had made her choice.

She pushed past me and I closed my eyes for a second, fighting the urge to pull her back and make her face me like she'd just been doing. I turned, opening my eyes, my gaze watching Lucy as she walked and a small frown made its way to my face when I noticed her limping. Usually, her hips would sway in a sensual and hypnotic way that demanded attention but now, she favored her left leg. "What happened to your leg?" I asked moving closer to Lucy. "Nothing I can't handle," she said and my jaw clenched at her defiant tone. "Sit," I commanded and she glared at me. She opened her mouth to argue again but I returned her glare with a dark one of my own.

“You are a fool to not see me as a threat.” “You’re a threat?” I laughed. “My friend, I have killed demons and lamia. The moon gifted me a lycan. You are no concern of mine. Go ahead and try to manipulate my mate. I don’t need his power. I have enough of my own, and I love a challenge.” Checkmate. Natasha made sure to bump into my shoulder as she left without another word. I didn’t turn to watch her storm out of the cottage, but was thankful I wouldn’t have to deal with her all night.

My hands shook. Lucy shouted again in my mind. "Let me out!" "I told you, I can’t!" I yelled back at her. "We’re going to die!" she cried. "Then so be it!" I retorted. The wolf crouched, ready to attack, snarling its teeth. And then—it jumped. But it never reached me. A blinding light burst from my chest. Lucy exploded out of me mid-air, her body glowing silver. She crashed into the wolf with full force, clawing her nails into its throat.

Slowly, Susan reached out and placed a gentle hand on Lucy's shoulder, offering a silent gesture of comfort and support. "Lucy," Susan finally spoke, her voice soft yet filled with a depth of understanding. "You're incredibly strong, you know? Sharing your story like this takes immense courage." Lucy looked up, her eyes meeting Susan's gaze. At that moment, it was as if their wolves were communicating on a level beyond words. The turmoil within Susan's wolf had transformed into a fierce determination to be there for Lucy, to stand by her side as a pillar of strength.

The collision of their bodies echoed once more. The two women attacked each other without mercy, as if the world belonged only to the two of them. Amora tried to stand, but Lucy yanked her back down, sending them both crashing onto the floor again. Amora’s hair was torn at, and her cheek became the constant target of Lucy’s aggressive fingers, sharpened by her long nails. Lucy’s nails landed directly on Amora’s face—scratching a long line from her temple down to her cheek. Blood began to drip instantly, blurring Amora’s vision. The sting spread quickly, yet Amora refused to give in.

My heart pounded even as I spoke. “You think she killed Caine’s mother?” Alyssa asked. “I think she had a hand in it,” I corrected. “And now, she’s making sure Lucy is positioned exactly where she wants her.” “Lucy and Luna aren’t a team. They might move together but you can sense the tension and hatred from a distance away. They’re like…water and oil. Similar…yet can’t go well,” Her last words drew my attention to Lucy’s presence. I scanned the field for her, but she was nowhere around. I leaned closer, squinting my eyes to search properly.

I was equal parts intrigued and scared when Lucy appeared at our table to take our order. “Regulars, guys?” Lucy asked. Lya looked up from her menu, having not established a regular order yet. “Lucy, hi,” she said warmly. Lucy looked up, the shock apparent on her face. “Uh… Hi, Luna.” “I did have a question for you, do you have time?” Her coy smile made me want to melt into my seat. Lucy nodded, looking like she felt the same. “What are your opinions of our Moon Goddess?” “The Moon Goddess?” Lucy asked.

"Lucy, may I borrow the book on the curse and the Lycan Lord? It has piqued my interest, and I would like to know more about how the story unfolds.” Lucy's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze fixed on Lucian, analysing the motives behind his request. Silence lingered between them, a subtle exchange of unspoken understanding. Moments stretched into eternity, but then, with a nod, Lucy broke the tension, her voice infused with a touch of trust. "Of course, Lucian," she responded, her tone resonating with a mixture of certainty and belief. "I can see your genuine interest. You can take the book." Lucy swiftly pivoted towards the table; her movements filled with purpose. Without hesitation, she rea