Lysander Scamander Novelas e Histórias

I’d seen him earlier talking to ambassadors and wealthy alphas like he collected broken dreams as a hobby. He offered a hand. “Lysander Blackwood.” The name hit me like a warning bell. My brothers had mentioned him once. Powerful pack. Old money. Connections everywhere. Reputation: golden on the surface, rotten underneath. “My brothers didn’t mention you were here,” I said. “They wouldn’t,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “You’re the only Vale I wished to meet tonight.” Yeah. Okay. My skin tried to crawl off my bones. Still, refusing a dance in front of half the werewolf elite would just make headlines worse than Heiress Found Alive. And he knew it. His smile said he’d planned this moment be

"Finally. After years of being no one's. After years of being a weapon. After years of being nothing. After years of being angry. After years of being lost. After years of being afraid." "I am yours," I said. "Finally. After years of being afraid. After years of being alone. After years of being lost. After years of hiding. After years of not knowing who I was. After years of running from myself." Lysander was patient. He had always been patient. Waiting was his gift, his curse, his identity. He had waited for his mother to return from the snow. He had waited for his father to heal from the shadow. He had waited for his brothers to speak their truths. He had waited for me to see him. But now

Lysander's youthful face flushed bright red. "You arrogant fool, you haven't even witnessed the true majesty of the Cathedral. If you've got the guts, tell me your name." Andrew stared at him coldly. "I'm from Holtrien, and my name is Andrew Lloyd!" Lysander froze. Then, his face went pale with shock. "You're the one who killed Rosemary? W-When did you become a martial god? And why do you have the Cathedral's holy light power in you?"

“What do you think waits for us on that shore?” “Anything,” Valerian said simply. “Maeron isn’t a brute. He’s a tactician. And Solmyra… she’s a force we haven’t faced before. She could twist your mind before your sword ever leaves the sheath. This isn’t just a rescue mission anymore.” Alexandro exhaled slowly. “Then what is it?”

’ ‘No wonder your mate rejected you! I didn’t read them all. I calmly removed the energy core from the stone, rendering it inert, and dropped it into the waste chute. I used a clinic terminal to access a secondary, encrypted channel. A message from Lysander was waiting, its digital texture smug. “The taste of the pack’s scorn is bitter, isn’t it? You did this to me. My company is ashes because of you. I felt a shred of guilt… until I found this. You planned it all.”

For a moment I'm confused, till I realise that we are in the presence of an Alpha, even if it doesn't feel like it. Okay, maybe it does by the long stretch of silence Landon is feeding like a fire, by just staring at the offered hand Cyrus is showing. I sigh in relief when Landon finally shakes it, not taking his dark brown eyes off Cyrus's wide, scared blue ones. "I didn't expect to find you here Alpha, with my date," Cyrus declares cynically. Landon's jaw clenches in immediate response, and I want to slam my face into my hand.

she asked, her tone sharper. The stranger seemed to consider her for a moment, as if weighing his next words. “My name is Lysander. I’ve traveled far to find you. There are forces at play that want to manipulate your bloodline for their own purposes. Your connection to the Moon Goddess is a key to a power that could shift the balance between the packs.” Elena crossed her arms, skepticism written across her face. “Why should I trust you? How do I know you’re not working for Carl or another rival?”

"Motherfucker, let me talk to my friend. Where's Zerina? What the hell are you doing with her phone? I swear if I see as much as a scratch on her body, you will pay dearly for it. That's a promise. " Shea ranted like a psycho. She didn't want Zerina to pass through what she just passed through now, so she was filled with worry and panic. Her voice was so loud over the phone that Lysander had to keep it away from his ear at an arm's length. When he noticed she was done yelling, he put it back to his ear and spoke calmly. "This is Lysander Slade.. and you can try all your threats on me but unfortunately, I know you won't be successful. " His voice sounded so arrogant and confident.

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

He gives me a worried look so I mindlinked him. ‘It’s okay, she’s not dangerous.’ I tell him and he furrowed his brows but nods. I looked over to Syria’s direction. ‘She’s a shifter, a dragon shifter,’ I finish my words and Hunter grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘Are you certain?’ He asked through mindlink. I nodded in reply and he let go of my arm, glancing at the woman named Syria. ‘How?’ He asked.