Novel Lucerne Orlando Novels & Stories

Lyric I step out of the car and look around at the place I’m starting to think of as home, at least temporarily. I inhale deeply and immediately wish I didn’t. The place reeks of body odour, shit and piss. It carries in on the breeze from the lake. “How are the people not dying?” “Flora broke the spell,” Weiland says, then launches into a long ass explanation of what happened the few days while we weren’t here. “And now Alfred is here.”

A stain eliminated. Erect at the sacred altar stood two figures—Alpha Aldrin and Spenza, who was now about to be crowned as Luna. Neither of them seemed to care about Reign. Not even Spenza, her sister. She was all smiles, tying the knot with a man who had been her sister’s until minutes ago. The glee of becoming Silverwood’s Luna had blinded her that much, or so people thought. Then again, traitors were never shown even a shred of mercy, not even by those who shared their blood. That was the way of the supernatural world. One betrayal, and you were cut off as though you had never belonged.

Hunter. At her words, I reached for the condom and tore the foil with my teeth in one swift movement, the latex snapping into place as I rolled it down my length. Lucia lay beneath me, her chest rising and falling fast, and those beautiful green eyes that enchanted me locked on mine. “Tell me again,” I rasped. “Are you sure?” She nodded, parting her thighs wider. “Yes. Now, Hunter. I need you.” I settled between her legs, the head of my cock nudging her slick heat before I pushed in, letting her feel just the tip. She let out a quiet gasp, clutching the sheets with her fingers.

"They'll never find this place. Arachne has protected it with powerful spells. We're safe here." Arachne emerged from the room, there a collection of herbs which were clutched into her small hands. "Erith, help me hold Lyrien down," she instructed, her eyes fixed on the young man's prone form. Erith nodded, he moved to pin Lyrien's shoulders as Arachne attempted to force the herbs into his mouth. After a few moments of struggle, she finally succeeded, and then closed her eyes, focusing her power. But not long as she did, a sudden surge of energy burst forth from Lyrien's body, sending Arachne flying across the room. Lyrien's eyes snapped open, glowing with an unnatural light as he rose from

"And the grave of where her loved ones are buried is all the way in New York. Don't make it sound like it is an intentional act." "Okay, I think after Sam's delivery and nursing period, we will travel to New York to visit your family." I look at the full wineglass in my hands. "This wine is not even as strong as I expected." Luca smiles wickedly. "Wait until you sleep and wake up tomorrow." "Wait, you mean when I sleep and wake up that I'm supposed to feel better? I will now feel worse?" Luca nods. "Nobody warned beforehand; I had the experience firsthand. It was the most embarrassing day of my life." He laughs. "And Lily remains it still date. Where is Lily, by the way?"

At their feet lay a tall, gold-plated goblet, its gleaming surface reflecting the scattered red wine spilled across the floor. “You said Elisa’s daughter has returned?” Julia asked, her beautiful eyes narrowing dangerously. “Yes, Luna. This news was passed on by the servants in the grand hall.” Julia clenched her hand tightly, her gaze turning even colder and more menacing. The name “Elisa” was like a cursed incantation, dredging up memories she had long tried to bury. Elisa, a weak omega wolf, yet the most beautiful one in the Dark Eclipse pack, shone as brilliantly as the moon, the object of desire for many, including Julia’s own mate, Alpha Gerano.

I whispered, my eyes curved into crescents as I let myself indulge in his scent, with my gaze focused on the ground beneath us. “What’s that,” I muttered underneath my breath as my nostrils flared in response. I looked down to see a mound of dung. Fresh dung. My pupils constricted as I jumped to my feet. Pulling Romeo along with me. “We have to get out of here,” I half-yelled, turning towards him with reddened eyes. He nodded his head in response, not questioning my judgment, as he let me pull him along. I stared up at the sky that had slowly darkened over time. My stomach grumbled with hunger as we ran through the woods yet again.

"You will see! I will raise my family's status to the large-size one and take all the resources for me! I will definitely beat you then!" "That means that you've given up on beating me while we are still students?" "Shut up!" Yaoyao yelled and climbed the stairs for the first floor, the sound of slamming doors clearly resounded from there. Lucinda shook his head and turned to Ivor. "We have a new roommate." Ivor sighed and sat on the floor, slowly sipping his wine. Lucinda moved toward the basement but a strange sensation emerging on his right arm made him stop. She checked the area and noticed that a faint orange rune was slowly moving toward her torso from under her skin.

​It was a spot that seemed to be the absolute center of her sweetness, my brain pulsing from the intoxicating scent of honeysuckle spreading from behind her ear. ​"I hate us," Iris grumbles playfully, though she leans heavily into my kisses. "I've always thoroughly hated those people who are overly affectionate in public, and now I've become one of them. You've completely ruined me, Lucian." ​"You're the one who is ruining me," I whisper back. I hesitate for only a fraction of a second before lightly outlining the outer rim of her ear with my tongue. ​I suck gently on the edge for a single moment, pulling away the exact second I feel Iris tremble with a highly rewarding whimper. I stand back

Lucian muttered. Orion gave him a grin. “Of course. Besides, I always knew you had a thing for trouble.” Lucian rolled his eyes. “This isn’t funny.” “Maybe not. But watching the great Lucian Wolfe get knocked off his feet—emotionally and literally—by a mysterious pretty-boy Alpha? That’s poetry.” Lucian groaned. “Come on,” Orion chuckled. “Let’s get inside before someone thinks we’re having a midnight lovers’ spat.” Lucian followed him reluctantly, but part of him—just a sliver—was grateful.