Luthor Harkon Novels & Stories

I knew what my answer was as I looked back at my comrades who were waiting for my decision and whatever the decision I make, they'll stand by me even if it makes or breaks them. "I step down." I said turning to Hawking. Indeed Ash was my weakness. "I cannot hear you well, Lucifer." Hawking said grinning to spite me. "I, Lucifer Saunron, son of Charles Saunron, steps down from the position as the supreme Laird of all the Lycan and the werewolves." I said out loud and Hawking laughed out loud. If I had not had my eyes on Ashlyn, I would have missed it. In a flash she was off the ground taking the gun from Hawking and shot him straight in the head and instantly the commotion began as he fell to

They were silent, their eyes glowing in the dark, a literal sea of dormant monsters waiting for the final whistle. At the center of the rink stood Mother Lunaris. She looked small against the backdrop of the gothic towers, but the silver-tipped spear she held to her own chest was a beacon of absolute power. Behind her, seated on a throne made of repurposed hockey goals and iron rebar, was Viktor. He didn’t look like a King; he looked like a god of the new world, his skin shimmering with a metallic sheen.

Slowly, its form shrank and shifted into a human. A tall man with long gray hair and a face full of scars. He wore black leather armor with a crescent moon symbol. "Don’t be afraid," the man said, his voice hoarse. "We are here to help." "Who are you?" Revira asked warily. "My name is Volkov. I am a Lunaris," he said. Revira immediately pulled Ardan back. Lunaris. Rakar’s enemy. "We are not your enemies," Volkov said, as if reading her mind. "We are here to protect you and the Heir."

He kept his eyes on the floor as the guards led him to the chair and forced him to sit. The head of the Council, an ancient wolf named Master Harrow, stood at the center of the chamber. His voice was low and gravelly, worn smooth by centuries of use. Lukas Brandt, you have been brought before this Council to answer for your crimes. Conspiracy with the Shadowborn. Blackmail of academy students. Manipulation of the fated mate bond. Complicity in the murder of Leyla Kaya. And treason against the wolves who trusted you. How do you plead?

he growled. “Leila, Leila please talk to me!” I could hear Nick still on the phone. I watched as Dan raised the phone to his ear. “If I can’t have her then no-one can.” An evil smile appeared across his face as he hung up and pulled the knife out.

And behind them, filling the doorway, Draven. Not in wolf form. Human. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair. Features that would be handsome if not for the gold eyes. Predator eyes that gleamed in the torchlight. "The little Luna graces us with consciousness." His voice was smooth. Cultured. Wrong coming from someone who'd just orchestrated my kidnapping. "I was beginning to worry I'd miscalculated the dosage." I pressed back against the wall. Chains clinked. "No need for dramatics." He stepped into the cell. Guards flanking. "I'm not going to hurt you. Not yet anyway."

Moon eyes said. “How, I thought Lycan are not in existence?,” I asked, Mook eyes placed a large book on the table. “You have the power to restore life… all our answer should be here with the Lycan name…” moon eyes said, as she opened the book “Thorne Varkul, is a Lycan. The first werewolf, the Moon goddess, the first child blessed with the power to live has long been like the night walkers…. If he is really the one you saw in your dream, we have to get the Alpha here,” she said, turning to me.

We were running out of time, we needed to exorcise whatever dark magic was compelling Tasha, she clearly wasn't acting herself. Kole told me that this was likely the effect of one of the Elders powers. Elder Hal Jordan, he had the unique powers as a Lycan to conjure up darkness capable to compell and possess anyone. Kole told me that he was notable one of the strongest Elders, his powers of mind warping and manipulation was impeccable and could make someone believe whatever he wanted. He also mentioned that Hal was a literal asshole and he was sired by Kathryna. We had come up with a plan to exorcise Hal's dark magic from Tasha, and by we I meant kole, Lorenzo and I. Yes, of course Lorenzo w

He trained to command troops like a warlord, and then he had to become a leader for the people. "Believe in yourself; at the very least, you are not a slave. And I appreciate it when you take me to a healer. I believed my life was nearly over," Lora stated. She didn't care anymore; her clothes were dirty, and even if there was a man behind her, Harvey wouldn't be interested in an anorexic woman like herself. The presence of wolves passing the right and left corners of the road is not unusual, especially in a full moon pack; practically all werewolves are accompanied by wolves. The countryside is dark, and Lora frequently seeks light to alleviate her fear of death.

Tears leaked down my face as I heard the kid, Alex shouting something behind him but I couldn't decipher anything. That's when I saw him, the real Him. His blue eyes turned into crimson as He snapped his canines at me. My mouth ajar opened with the shock and my heart stopped beating. I felt the air thinned around me as a deep and thundering growl left his mouth shaking everything around me with his raw power. And the last whisper coated with an utter shock I heard from his mouth before I drowned into the darkness was a…. Mate!