Lycoris Recoil Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Kristi’s head snapped around, and she ran at her friend, catching Rori by the shoulders and pulling her into an embrace so tight, Rori’s body jolted back into Max’s breast with the force. Max wrapped his arms around both girls and held them upright as Mason crossed his arms and scowled at the trio. Once more the question was asked out loud. “Rori, does Murdok know you used the looking glass?” Rori looked up to see Mina and Arthur Scopuli looking at her with both interest and concern. Rori shook her head and worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “He left over two weeks ago and hasn’t come back… I was just looking around when I saw Kristi in the mirror… and then… I'm here?” Rori’s recount

someone called out, and I turned to see Thorian's friends running towards us. But before they could intervene, Thorian raised his hand, signaling for them to stop. "Don't," he uttered, his voice now coated with a chilling coldness. As Thorian raised his head, his eyes began to glow a fiery red. It sent shivers down my spine, mirroring the discomfort I felt deep within me. And to my surprise, Garrick's eyes matched Thorian's, glowing with the same intensity.

But as we turned the corner, I stopped. Standing in the middle of the Forge was a man I never thought I’d see again. He was covered in soot, his arm replaced by a heavy mechanical claw. "Malakor?" I whispered. The man turned around. It was Malakor, but his eyes were gone. In their place were two glowing violet lenses. "Lyra," he said, his voice sounding like a recording. "The architect said you would come. He told me to wait for the harvest." He raised his mechanical claw, and a beam of violet light shot toward my heart.

That sweet, spicy geranium scent seeped into my nerves, unmasked by Dorian’s concoction. It made my head spin with overwhelming desire. “He’s ours… sweet, pure… he belongs to us, Alaric!” Orin howled, no longer growling but wild with possessive delight. I gripped Reeve’s wrist and pressed against the pulse at his vein. I looked into his eyes as they slowly opened. Reeve let out a soft groan, his slightly parted lips releasing a fragrant breath. Every part of my logic as a Sword Bearer screamed this was impossible. But Orin and every drop of Alpha blood in me said otherwise.

They’re learning. “They’re not yours,” I say. A warning. Not a request. “Oh,” the creature says lightly, “nothing here is yours anymore.” His gaze drifts— to Riley. To her stomach. And something in me— snaps. The lycan surges forward— I don’t stop it. I close the distance in less than a heartbeat. My hand wraps around his throat— solid. Real. Good. I crush. He doesn’t die. Wrong. He smiles. Even as his airway collapses.

He rolled his eyes and walked away. Truly I saw sense in what he said, if I was there…even though I wouldn't like watching my mate been beaten up, I would still be able to save her from that vicious Angel. My lycan and I knew that she'd want to end Gigi forever, but we won't allow that. A knock sounded on my door and broke me out of my reverie. “ Alpha! Are you done?” I smoothened the crease off my jacket and walked gracefully to the door pulling it open to reveal a grinning Brandon “ I hate that smile.”

My eyes were getting blurry. 'Thorin, heal me, buddy!' I told my wolf. 'I am trying, but there's something in his claws that affects me!' Thorin answered. 'Can you figure it out?' I asked back. I stepped back as he stepped forward. I tried to sway my claws, targeting his neck, but he caught my hand instead and bit it. I screamed in excruciating pain as I kicked his chest. He was able to let go of my hand, but the cuts on my stomach didn't stop from bleeding. "You will never win against me, Lycus!" I told him even if my eyesight was getting dark now.

Tavern could see the shock in Goru's eyes as his head fell off to the ground, yet the body still stood still, looking over at the head his eyes met with that of Goru, hallow black eyes beaming out an aura of fear, Taven immediately backed away from it, his quivering body refusing to keep still. "Are you scared of death boy?" Goru's head asked with a smirk, black flames screeching on his body. "I am the birth of darkness, let the cycle of death and rebirth take its throne," the body explodes in black fumes. BEGINNING OF THE END With a deep breath Elroy opens his eyes, after taking in enough air he narrowed his eyes downwards and saw he was lying on a bed, he straightened up gently turning his

“Thanks, Byron.” We we looked up, we saw tentacles emerging from the ocean. The Kracken, Iocules, tried to constrict Silisk and pull him down. Silisk wriggled in his grasp, and when he could not fight him off, Silisk focused on wiggling his head and slid just enough so he could bite on Ioucles. ‘Lord Iocules!’ I heard Fleex’s scream and Iocules’s wail of pain. And then, just before the poison could crawl up to his body, Iocules cut off the tentacles and moved back. In his absence, it was now Helighors turn as he shot up in the sky and body-slammed Silisk back into the water.

At his words, Rowena realizes he overheard her remarks and her face flushes with embarrassment. Realising that she is being ignored and that the prince isn’t going to pay her any attention, Rowena shoots me one last seething glare before leaving with a huff. I turn to get a better look at the prince and am immediately struck by the colour of his eyes—green with streaks of black, almost identical to mine. He notices the similarity at the same time and regards me with curiosity. Most Lycans have brown eyes, and I've never encountered anyone with the exact same eye colour as mine.