Lycanroc の小説・ストーリー

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

“It appears I have been outmaneuvered.” I smiled before I could stop myself, but the warmth was quickly chased by a sharp, familiar pang of longing. It wasn't a longing for the palace, or the title, but a visceral, biological ache for the man who should have been standing where Ronan was. As I watched Lucian right himself, his eyes flashed a sudden, brilliant gold—the unmistakable, predatory hue of a Lycan. My breath hitched. They were only three years old, yet they stood with the physical presence of five-year-old human children.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

“What?” Juan snarls. Ezekial holds his hand. “Let me finish.” He says. “Lycans are your future. We all know this and yet every time a Lycan is born, it has never made adulthood.” “Never?” Rosalie gasps. Ezekial shakes his head. “Too many are threatened by a Lycan to allow that to happen.” “Our pups will be different.” I state. “Yes, they will.” Ilsa says. “I have seen it. I have seen a new line. A new Royal Line.”

Tyra’s POV “GRRRR !!!!” Max’s Lycan burst into form and believe me, I was totally unbiased when I said that I saw the most regal looking, jet black Lycan make a perfect leap against the cool, moist wind over the circling Wheel of Death before tearing apart the Dark Overlord’s magical duplicate who had thrown the weapon. I knew this was not the right time but my heart fluttered in my stomach when I saw the magnificent, recently turned supernatural beat the pace of the storming winds and take on the Dark Arts wielding villains smoothly.

Lylah stared at the different weapons set before her—swords, axes, spears, daggers of all kinds—all polished. Slowly, the weight of her decision sank into her chest, choking her. She glanced at the Grand Lord, who was giving orders to a warrior that stood listening with full attention. Lylah swallowed at the sight of Lucas’s built form, muscles rippling beneath his skin underneath his loose tunic. He was utterly terrifying—the second strongest Lycan in the realm.

“Pick one. I don’t care which one. Marry her and stabilize the realm before I lose what’s left of my mind.” Damian’s eyes opened. They were bright silver, which all Lycan’s possessed. The look on his eyes would have made a lesser wolf slit their own throat. “You think I don’t want a mate?” His voice came out quiet. The dangerous kind of quiet that Lucas had learned years ago to take seriously. “You think I am choosing this?” Lucas said nothing.

Each of them carried weapons, not only swords, but also pistols, archers, and a stone flail that had spiked tips. A Lycan named Gora—is the youngest, around 17 years old, but look at his strength when he swings stone punches at the enemy, so beautiful and charming. Cia who was peeking from the window, couldn't help but feel normal. That's pretty good for a kid his age.

Lycan Town was as loud and boisterous as the humans’ downtown district. The super-malls and restaurants resembled conch shell snails in design. Built out of glass, they occupied about one third of the town. On the other hand, the clubs and hangout spots were in the structures of giant sea creatures. They took up the sides of the larger buildings like vines, adding beauty to the town. Iridescent pink and neon blue radiance reflected off the top of their buildings.

His dark eyes burned into my skin like a brand, making me feel like the rabbit just before the wolf captured it between its fangs. The Lycan spoke to someone at his side. A smaller, but broader man with a friendly face despite the serious expression he wore. It seemed like they were friends. His eyes met mine, but they didn’t hold the same power as the lycan’s did. However, the weight of both their gazes on me was too much, and I looked down at my hands as I tried to stay busy. I glanced up and saw Fiona staring dumbfounded at the Lycan, her eyes turning to look at me, then back at him, before finally settling her eyes on me, her eyebrows pulled together in a frown while she clenched her fis