Outlander Novels & Stories

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard. On the other side of the river, the north side where the cliffs rose toward the Hold, stood the clansmen. Perhaps fifty of them, looking outnumbered but utterly unconcerned. They stood in loose, fierce knots, axes and great swords resting on their shoulders. Behind them, on the high slopes, more figures moved among the trees. Duncan’s people. And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father.

I wasn’t sure what alcohol it was, but it looked expensive. He poured two glasses a quarter of the way full and walked back over, taking his place next to me and handing me one of the glasses. “This is scotch from the 1800s. It’s well aged, sip it slowly.” He replied, while taking a very small sip of the scotch. I put the glass to my lips, inhaling the scent. It reminded me of a crisp autumn day when the leaves were falling in brilliant shades of oranges, yellows, and browns. It was difficult to describe.

again, Mother’s warning began to enter my mind, so I quickly walled off her counsel, knowing from experience that she would hound me to distraction for the rest of the day if I didn’t, and I needed to concentrate on the challenge ahead. I passed dozens of technical staff heading for work on a raised glass platform. It was one of many across the farmlands that controlled the machinery working over thousands of square miles of agriculture. Dresna was waiting at the station; his messy pale hair fell to his shoulders. He wore a white toga hitched around the middle, with baggy linen trousers tucked into his boots. We had been friends for years, despite being an unlikely pair.

It was really true that Dana Hamilton was a mother to Clara. Philip looked at the Harriot in the picture, he was smiling without the effort of pain and a wave of bitterness swept through Philip. He felt like losing his mind for a second by lamenting the fact that he had met them again but he knew better than to lose his control. He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time.

She doesn't believe she will ever be able to accept the Lycan King, the way he was treating her right now. "Having my way with my mate" he replied nonchanticaly "didn't I warn you before!" He exhaled deeply before taking a step back. Orla's pearl blue eyes were drawn to her fated and official mate Lycan King Angus Lincoln, whose eyes were forest green. Orla's eyes were emotionless and blank, whereas Lycan King's eyes were filled with pure lust. When she returned his gaze, she noticed his eyes were unusually deep. Lycan King's eyes then raved down her almost naked body, and as the cold wind hit her, she shuddered even more and suddenly the realization hit her that she was almost naked in fron

My black heels made some noise which is the reason why he faced us. Is this IV? I was expecting to meet an older man, just like the businessmen I’ve seen earlier at the party. But what I am seeing right now is a tall man, probably in his early thirties, wearing a black tuxedo that fits his firm body. He started moving in our direction. Slowly, I can clearly his features. A pair of deep brown eyes are intently gazing at us. A smile crossed his face when he got closer to us, “Finally, I’ve come to meet you,” He extended his right hand in front of me “I am IV, the President of La Resistencia.”

And, when I had let her know, Olivia's eyes had beamed with excitement and understanding, begging me to let her experiment as well. Unfortunately, Jonny had decided to show up and tried to open the door. At least we'd been smart enough to lock it, which gave us plenty of time to get ready and try to look relatively normal. “What are you thinking about?” Olivia's question brought me back to reality. "The first time I saw these beauties.” I answered taking my hands to her breasts to caress them over her shirt, fortunately, the bra was in absence. "Excellent memory.” She agreed with a breathless laugh "But I think there is something to celebrate today...”

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

SCOTLAND 1 APRIL 1513 SIDHEACH JAMES LYON DOUGLAS, THIRD EARL OF DALKEITH, stalked across the floor. Droplets of water trickled from his wet hair down his broad chest, and gathered into a single rivulet between the double ridges of muscle in his ab-domen. Moonlight shimmered through the open window, casting a silvery glow to his bronze skin, creating the illu-sion that he was sculpted of molten steel.