Nathaniel Lolirock Novels & Stories

Ewan asked rather excitedly. “Yes, sir. Is there some significance to that name?” “When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.”

OLIVIA A long silence followed. Honestly, I saw this going differently; maybe he’d share something personal, and then I would go. Instead, the bed creaked under him as he rose. Why was it that he had to look like a freaking tank? It seemed like the Lockhearts were all muscle, not unusual for werewolves, but this was different. Arms that looked like they could snap your neck and standing at two meters tall, Nathaniel had earned his reputation not just by action but because when he towered over you, you knew your days were numbered.

He was looking in our direction and he had a pained look on his face but it was gone before I could even confirm that that was what I saw. "I can hop, you know," I told Nathaniel but he only sent me a playful wink in reply. "You guys are so sweet that I can't stand it. Right, Liam?" Natalia said and Liam grunted in reply. Nathaniel's chest vibrated when he chuckled. "What was funny?" I asked when he started moving towards my bedroom. "He is totally into you," Nathaniel said. I scoffed. "He doesn't. He had always been like that. He acts like a big brother of some sort."

Nathaniel said earnestly. Adrian noted the seriousness in Nathaniel's tone, devoid of any hint of jest. This was the first time he had seen Nathaniel like this since they met. Cutting to the chase, Adrian asked, "What do you need my help with?" Nathaniel quickly explained the situation in the southern part of Nubis Hills near Mapleston. Workers at mining sites there stumbled upon an ancient ruin. However, strange incidents started occurring during excavation, leading to the project's suspension. The garrisons had intervened, but some of their exorcists had inexplicably vanished. As the chief instructor, Nathaniel was troubled by these events.

A Marvio Ancienterre gives recognition to Nathaniel's show of power. Nathaniel seething calmly as his aura burning the very ground. He was assigned as the captain of Legendary Royal Knights as well as the commander of the Royal order. His strength could par and even surpasses his older brother Nicholai, who in the contrary has an agape mouth just witnessing the showed of power, his little brother did.

His finishes. ‘What?’ Ness says. “What?” I say aloud to Nathaniel. He laughs. A beautiful, annoying, baritone laugh. “You looked like you were slipping for a moment there princess. I thought you might actual cave for a moment.” “What the fuck?” I ask again. “It’s your strength, Roo.” His laughter is gone, a smile still left, with a look of adoration on his face. “It’s what draws me to you. I hate it, because it’s why you won’t join my pack. But I admire it just as much. It’s part of what makes you the you that I want so much.”

Heavy rain began pouring from the sky at some point. Outside the window, that stubborn figure remained rooted in place, gazing in the direction of my departure, still refusing to leave. After Nathaniel disappeared for a month, a servant brought me his invitation. It was an invitation to the fighting pits. The invitation read: [Lia, please come see me one last time. I promise I won't disturb you again after this.]

CHAPTER 48 LUCIANO I tortured Nathaniel to the point where he could not take the pain and the shock that came with it, he cried out in pain and agreed to tell me all he knows. “Start talking boy! I do not have the time to waste on you” He knew I was serious, my glare told him that I wasn't here to joke with him. “It is his mistress, sir, she is behind everything!!” Nathaniel tried pointing it out to me but I was not able to understand what he was saying because I can't think of any mistress right now.

She is playing a game, and I am tired of being the pawn. I sit at the kitchen table, staring at the dark window. The locket is in my hand. I open it. Eleanor’s photograph. The ring. The sapphire. I close it. I press it to my lips. Baby Margaret stirs in her crib upstairs. Margaret—Nathaniel’s grandmother—is with her, humming softly. The sound drifts down the stairs, a thread of comfort in the cold. Nathaniel sits across from me, his head in his hands. His arm is still in a sling, but he has stopped complaining about the pain. He is thinking. Planning. I see it in the way his jaw moves, the way his eyes track nothing.

The betrayal was no longer a whisper in the dark—it was spoken openly now. Shirleen had chosen Alexander. Tommen had backed him. Nathaniel wasted no time. He called for a messenger, a young warrior named Lior. “You will deliver my words to Alpha Tommen,” Nathaniel told him. “Make sure he understands exactly what I mean.” Lior bowed his head. “Yes, Alpha.” Nathaniel’s expression darkened. “Tell him that if he sides with Alexander again, Moonhowl will consider him an enemy. There will be no second warnings.”