Luthor Harkon Novels & Stories

Standing at the front of the keep were three figures: Kaelen's inner circle. Commander Harken: A giant of a man with a scarred face and a beard white as the frost. He looked at me as if I were a weak link in a chain. Lady Isolde: Kaelen’s cousin and the fortress’s strategist. She was beautiful in a sharp, lethal way, her hand resting habitually on a crossbow at her hip. Brother Silas: A blind monk with silver-wrapped eyes, who served as the Duke’s healer and advisor.

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

Because this wasn’t supposed to happen to me. This was supposed to happen to Lucian. Not me. Never me. My phone rang again. I almost ignored it. Then I saw the name. Hart. Again. I answered immediately. “Hart—” “I want Lucian Dhark dead.” His voice was calm. Dangerously calm. Every instinct I possessed immediately sharpened. Hart Sullivan was many things— I knew that better than anyone. But calm? Calm was never a good sign. The man had watched every second of the conference.

“Nice. I’m Sadness. But you can call me Alina.” The silence stretches and I don't let the awkwardness settle in before blurting, “You are here for the Luna festival too, right?” He shrugs, his eyes fixed behind me. “What else would I be doing here if not that?” I snort. “Crushing the hearts of broken women?” That gets his attention. He blinks at me and lets out a breathy laugh. “No,” he says. “But I can see how I might give off that vibe.” “You do.” I sip again. “That bone structure is dangerous.”

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

Dressed in dark robes, he radiated a malevolent energy that clashed with the tranquility of the surroundings. The werewolf leader growled, his voice laced with suspicion. "Who are you?" The figure smirked, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the clearing. "I am Soren, the Protector of the Heartstone. And I don't take kindly to intruders." Luna, with her silver eyes ablaze, stepped forward defiantly. "We are not intruders, Soren. We seek to protect the Heartstone, just as you do." Soren chuckled, a sound as chilling as the whisper of the wind. "Protect it? You think a pack of mere mortals can handle the power it possesses? You underestimate its might, the dangers it holds."

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

His gaze darkened as he looks into my eyes, as if he has done it a thousand times before. "Zanicus," he said, standing up. My heart thudded viciously in my chest as I scan him from head to toe. Zanicus Draco. Leader of the elders in the werewolf council. Apparently, last I heard he wanted me dead. He had declared it among all the packs and had sent out a whole search party to find me. Now that he has found me, no doubt he will have my head. But I won’t go down so easily. Not without a fight.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”