Novel Lucerne Orlando 소설 & 이야기

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

Lucen stood beside me on the balcony, his silhouette a perfect silhouette against the sky. “Eli,” he murmured, the words barely audible over the distant hoot of an owl. “don't go far this next days especially heat will come soon, understand?” I nodded, feeling the subtle tremor of pheromones... my own, raw and unsteady, leak into the night air. The scent of pine, rain, and sandalwood swirled with a hint of gardenia and jasmine, a fragrance I had never intended to carry. Lucen inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. A low growl rumbled from his chest, a sound that was both warning and reassurance.

Her hard face and teary eyes faced Lorenz as she demanded, “Use my blood. Take the poison out of his bloodstream, and use my blood to fuel him.” “We can’t drain you of your blood, Lucy. You’d faint in less than a minute. He’s twice your size!” Lorenz explained in worry. Christian then offered, “Use mine, then.” “There’s a danger in that, your Grace. With this amount of Oleander in the King’s system, there’s a possibility that some of the poison would sip into your body when we connect his bloodstream to yours.” Before Christian could respond, Lucianne said, “I can heal from Oleander the same way I heal from silver. Use my blood for the transfusion. Transfer his blood to me so that I won’t f

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?

Synora, with her tiny hands outstretched, tried to catch the elusive butterflies, as if seeking to capture the very essence of the magical world that enveloped them. As Lucian approached the swing, a twinkle of warmth and affection danced in his eyes as he beheld his beloved Visenya and little Synora, their laughter intertwining like a symphony of joy. Synora, catching sight of him, was instantly illuminated, her eyes lighting up like stars in the night sky. Visenya, lost in her thoughts, was startled as Synora wriggled free from her lap and darted towards Lucian. "Fly! Fly!" Synora exclaimed, her voice brimming with anticipation and pure delight. She adored Lucian, and every moment they sha

I felt heat rise in my chest, muscles tensing, but Father's hand gripped my arm, holding me back. "Like you said, Hubert, the strongest she-wolf gets the throne, and she gets to rule with Bradley," Father said, letting his voice drip with icy certainty. "But I heard the Lycans King was cursed by the moon goddess, so why on earth do you want your daughter to mate with him?" An Alpha asked, looking directly at Father. "He is that hungry to take over my pack" Alpha Hubert's gaze sharpened. Father sipped back his drink, laughter vibrating through the air, sending ripples of unease among the crowd.

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

Lucy said politely, bobbing her head in acknowledgement as Elora frowned slightly and a flicker of concern crossed her eyes. “Is everything okay? You haven’t called me Luna for such a long time…” She said, glancing quickly at Noah and narrowing her eyes at him, automatically suspecting that he had done something to upset her. “Lucy, I’ll tell you now what I told you a few months ago. I’m still your Luna, yes, but I am also your family. You are my sons mate,there’s no need to call me Luna. Just Elora is fine.” She said, reaching across the table and patting her hand gently. “Sorry, Elora, I’m just a little tired that’s all. I did take a nap this afternoon, but it didn’t prove as refreshing as

Freedom! "Look properly, Lena. The future of the Luceres Pack is in your hands.” I noted the urgency in his tone as I inspected the surrounding vista. I knew every nook and corner of Mount Astral, having lived here all my twenty years of life. Our village, Lucania, was cradled at the foot of this majestic mountain range of the Northern Territories, far away from human settlements. It was a place where no human ever set foot on! My eyes scanned the surrounding peaks, too. Nothing!

Trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and degradation, with no hope of escape. I figured since it was dark he wouldn't notice if I closed my eyes and I did just that, hoping for a positive result but I didn't expect him to grope me in places no one ever did. “So soft,” his disgusting purr filled my ears causing me to jump out of bed seeing as he already loosened his grip. “Stop resisting, Lucienne. You want it. And I'm ready to give you all of that and more,” he chuckled, tapping the space beside him, signing for me to come back to him.