One Lunatic One Icepick Novels & Stories

“No luck.” She shook her head and wrapped me in a hug. “They are stubborn as hell. But they will see reason. Logan will come to his senses. He will realize you are what he needs. Not that bitch, Sienna.” I laughed at Luna Gloria calling Sienna a bitch. She was always so calm and collected. It was necessary. She was a Luna. Calling someone a bitch was totally not a Luna thing. But it was nice to know that she agreed with me. Sienna really was a bitch.

Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips. Once, her father, Alpha Damon, had claimed he wasn’t interested in women, focusing solely on his duties—until he encountered Luna Alice at a nearby pack meeting when she was just fifteen. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and spent an entire year longing to see her again. The moment he turned eighteen and returned to the pack, he discovered that Alice was his mate. He claimed her that very night and married her the next day, without waiting another moment.

I heard Eve's little gasp before she tries to control herself. "Lord Ashman, you are in my camp. Don't think I have no control over it." For Moon Gooddess sake, I couldn't tell where Notman was getting this ridiculous courage from. "Really?" I stand from the chair, pulling a small knife and scissors from my back trouser pocket. "Then I will show you what is like, when you are helpless and have no control over anything." I walk around them in circle using the scissors to tap on my palm. And of course, it made creepy sound in the quiet room.

"Only I, Leon, have the right to be angry at you." The statement sounded insane, possessive and unreasonable. Yet he believed every word. "You're not allowed to fucking hate me." His voice echoed across the empty room. "Do you hear me!?" The shout bounced off the lockers. Then a heavy and uncomfortable silence stretched. Leon exhaled sharply. Realizing how ridiculous he sounded. Yet somehow that didn't make him feel any better. Grabbing his stick, he headed for the rink. The moment he stepped onto the ice, he immediately spotted Noa at the far end.

I couldn't stop thinking about all the terrible things that could happen out there. My eyes flicked across the packed arena. I had to constantly observe my surroundings now, I simply couldn't trust anyone after the kidnapping. Was it Harold behind it? Or could it even be one of those jealous puck bunnies trying to take me out of the picture completely? I shook my head violently to clear the dark thoughts and forced myself to stay focused on the game. Out on the ice, Horace was moving like a true predator. He slammed a Viper player directly into the glass partition, the heavy impact echoing through the place.

For the first time in years, Leka was silent. For the first time in years, I was happy. Just her, me, and a table full of desserts. I never wanted the night to end. And that’s when I heard the thought I wished would never exist. (This iced drink reminds me of the fact that my third name is Ice s—) Ice. My mate is Ice. The Lycan assassin with dark powers. The one the council swore was coming to kill me. The one who left bodies frozen from the inside out.

The great hall had been silent for three hours. No one had moved. No one had spoken. The pack members stood frozen in their rows, servants pressed against the walls like shadows, and the slaves - Thea among them - remained rooted to the back wall, bare feet cold against the stone. The scout's words still hung in the air like smoke: "The Luna is taken. Captured by the rogues. The Alpha is riding ahead alone - he refused to wait for the main force. He said... he said he would bring her back or die trying."

Sassy Note #2: Not everyone looked thrilled. One Luna—probably the fifth cousin of some bitter ex of Edric—was glaring daggers the entire time like her tartan was too tight. Her wolf probably shed out of spite. But I smiled sweetly. Let the magic glow just slightly under my skin. Enough to make her gulp her whisky like holy water. Then came the climax. A giant flame pit was lit in the center of the stones. The flames rose unnaturally high—kissed by magic and old whispers. I stepped forward.

I searched the pocket of my jacket to see my phone was still intact, that was the most important thing now. I know that Michael must have called, but I'm not looking at that cell phone until I see those young ladies screaming from this building. I made my way to the door and watched the handle whine. The same guard pushed the door open and quaked me, but I landed a heavy slap on his face. “Do you not know that I'm Luna? How dare you quack me?” I yelled at me.

The whole supernatural world, they wanted to rule, so being in a situation like this, it was understandable that those people would want to, have him killed now that he was lying unconscious and won't be able to fight or shift into his wolf. Aleric bowed before he walked out and then slammed the door shut. Liam, who had stood watching Aleric, turned to face Lincoln when he shut the door. He applied the herb to his injury, then left him to sleep. *** “Gamma, the Luna is awake, she has been shouting and hitting the whole wall of her room her legs are able to reach. Yelling that she wants to get out that she isn't a slave or a criminal so shouldn't be treated as one” a voice sprouted from the h