Novelas y relatos de Lysander Scamander

And now this prick was rubbing salt in it. "You set this up, didn't you? You and Trent. The lies at the station, the shooting and this. You're Anonymous, aren't you? Pulling strings to get her all to yourself." Lysander's smile faltered for a split second, but he recovered with a shrug. "Paranoid much? I'm just the guy who's actually there for her. No secrets and definitely no controlling bullshit. Face it, Mordred—you're toxic. She deserves better than a hangover hookup artist."

Huffing I stomp my left foot and cross my arms against my chest. “ Are you okay?” Ryan asked me when Creed and Alex headed up the hallway to meet the doctor at the door. How do I even answer that question? Would anyone be okay after finding out something like this? Wait, he shifted? I can’t shift because I’m only a half breed, but wouldn’t that make him a half breed too because he’s my brother. “ Hey Ryan?” I said placing my hand on his arm he step back a few making my arm drop to my side

“What is it, Lysander?” He looked into her eyes, his expression serious. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you. There’s something you need to know about my past, something that could put us all in danger.” Kylie’s eyes widened, but she remained calm. “Tell me.” Lysander took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Before I met you, I was involved with the Syndicate. I was young and desperate, and they offered me power and protection. I did things I’m not proud of, things that still haunt me.”

Then with its mouth still shutted hard, a resonating voice with growls, if possible, began speaking inside him. ' I, ALEXANDER, ALPHA OF SILVER HELLENIC PACK AND KING OF MACEDONIAN KINGDOM, AM CONQUERING MOON ARGENTUM PACK OF ACHAEMENID EMPIRE! WHOEVER WISH TO HAVE THEIR HEAD SEPARATED IS WELCOME TO STEP FORWARD AND TRY THEIR AUDACITY ! '

Just when he thought things were bad, he a, well, a distinct smell, he growls, turning to his left and seeing a group of Lycans walking stealthily toward them. "Fighting is not optional, Lucian. If... You want to have a chance at living, that is!" A girl with silver hair whom he's never seen before says before bursting into a fit of evil laugh. A man with strong features, a chiseled jaw, and a clean-cut beard stands by her side. Alpha Lucian looks at them in horror; his pack is in danger now. But can he call out for help? Who would help him? He doubts his mind link would go so far as to reach his new friends. Besides, they had festivities today.

"Fifteen rands for one dollar, Rands are so poor, to tell you the truth I'd usually do this for dollars, so technically I got ripped off, again..." "You can't spend a different country's currency here, get to the point, do you have any info?" Liam smiled and swivled his chair round "One, but that's what you get for your fee" "Pff, I'll be sure to rip the heart out of rich next time" Liam cleared his throat and turned the screen "Her name is Skyler Stander, word is she's a countess, bitten by the legendary Vlad Dracul himself back in the day"

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

His hands were planted on either side of my head, and his gaze… It was far too deep. It felt like I was drowning in his presence all over again, and I hated that feeling. “Sandara Vernace… do you have any idea who I am?” “Y-You’re Kleinder Maze Velasco, our branch manager…” I answered, trying to stop myself from stuttering but failing miserably. “Why? Is there something else I should know?” I already knew he was a member of the No Mercy gang, and I also knew that was exactly what he meant when he asked that question earlier.

My heart stops, and the wind seems to hold her breath as Duncan opens it. His eyebrows raise, and he shows the contents to James. There’s a white rock within it that seems to absorb the moonlight. Is it the Heart of the Moon? Or a replica? I wonder if I will ever know. James nods, then pushes me forward. I stumble the few paces away from the Northlands Wolves, the long grass snagging on my skirts. And then I am on the Borderlands side of this war. Marius, my betrothed and my new captor, at my side.

"He's not here for luck. He's here for sabotage." "Let him in," Cale said. "What?" "Let him in. I want to see him." "Why?" "Because," Cale said, his voice dropping to a dangerous chill, "I need to calibrate the threat level." Elion hesitated. Then he opened the door. Lysander stood there. He was wearing a tuxedo that probably cost more than the entire wedding budget. He held a glass of scotch. "Gentlemen," Lysander said, stepping in. "You clean up well. For fugitives."