Lv Lane Novels & Stories

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

SELENE'S POV “Luna, it's a very delicate situation; the pack will be in so much danger if we don't act fast,” Dalia, my personal mai,d, said, her tone filled with worry. “I understand your point of view but it is really quite late to send a message across the valley now. I do not intend to put any of my messengers at risk with rogues” I countered immediately, my gaze fixed on the short stretch of land that was left for me to arrive back at my pack.

“You wear your mother’s blood like a shield.” “The goddess will not save you.” I clench my jaw. I want answers. I want vengeance. But right now, I’d settle for ten minutes without a migraine. “You should rest,” Sebastian says, voice low. I glance up. His back is still to me. He’s staring into the trees like he’s waiting for death to crawl out of them. “I’m fine,” I reply. “Liosha…” “I said I’m fine.” He finally turns. The firelight makes his eyes look silver, stormy, and unreadable.

The road into Black Hollow narrowed the farther Evelyn Hart drove, until the asphalt itself seemed to hesitate, curling into the dark woods like a reluctant traveler. Towering pines pressed in from both sides, their needles whispering in the wind, and for a moment she wondered if she had taken a wrong turn somewhere past the county line. Her GPS had given up an hour ago, screen flashing with the cruel taunt: No signal.

In other words, avoid shedding blood as much as possible because the V more blood I shed the weaker Leon get. Osborn reported with the rest of my warrior’s and they bowed in respect. ‘Leon?’ I called my wolf ‘I’m ready Ivan. I’ll tear them apart !” He yelled . ‘Rowan?’ I mind link my Beta ‘Ready as hell baby’ he saiy joking Who the hell jokes at matters like this? Rowan of course. “Let’s go!” I declared.

I took my time to explain the details of that night to Tyler and I watched him scribble down ever detail, I knew he wanted to give a report to Alexia so they could be on the same page. I could bet Alexia was probably interviewing Dante too, they were close buddies just like Tyler and I. "So wait, who asked Lyon to change the car?" Tyler asked after listening very attentively to my narration. "We can not ascertain that, Lyon is dead. Here," I handed the pictures that were taken of the vehicle and the barricade at the scene that caused us to slow down that night. Tyler studied it and documented all his observations. "Lyon was shot through the windscreen so it means it was more than one person

I sigh, mentally preparing myself for Lance’s anger. Our convoy of cars slow down and park up neatly on the side of the road. The oncoming vehicles didn’t share our thoughtfulness towards other road users. Their breaks were slammed in a hurry and covered both lanes, leaving tyre marks. These Lycans were pissed. Lance doesn’t even wait for his security detail to exit the cars before he has swung his door open and opened mine at his new super fast speed. “Get…out!” He seethes at me. I gulp, dread overriding the sickness feeling I have had since leaving the Lycan pack. Lorrel, Mav, Axel, Brennan, Trey, Emmett and Tucker file out of the SUVs along with lycan pack warriors.

...Eva's pov.... Linda guided me through the bustling streets, her steps purposeful and confident. The cityscape stretched before us, a maze of towering buildings and vibrant lights. The symphony of sounds enveloped us—the chatter of passersby, the honking of car horns, the distant melody of street musicians. It was a sensory overload, but Linda led the way, deftly navigating through the sea of bodies with practiced ease.

She smirked at the idea, Corpos always found their way into your desires, even for someone as self aware as her. “Entering Base Highway 338, move 30 degrees for lower entry” The Impala’s AI blared the announcement, after passing the highway’s regulation markers, Arbiter Court sanctioned safety reminders that forcefully announced traffic rules to every car’s radio that passed through their sensors. Leyland did as told, driving towards a lower highway that snaked back into 26D base levels. A flurry of red and yellow lights signalled other vehicles to slow down as he entered the rest of the traffic that poured through. “Tint” Leyland commanded, shading their vehicle as they crawled through the

The runway lights of Valoria International gleamed like cold stars as Lane’s car rushed up the arrival drive. He sat rigid in the back seat, breath short, the world outside a blur of glass and neon. His sons flanked him like nervous satellites, and two trusted retainers rode in the car ahead, speaking in clipped, urgent tones into their phones. The plan had been simple in Lane’s head: cash on hand, a private jet ticket, a discreet exit. He had enough influence to cover his trail, or so he told himself. Power, he had long believed, bought him every route of escape.