Professor Layton Luke Triton Novels & Stories

Layton Lawrence was an influential Genetic Fighter in the Lawrence family. Lucas looked at Layton indifferently and found that Layton was a Genetic Fighter at the Rank 3 of the Ultimate King Ranked Realm. Layton looked at Lucas and asked, “Who are you?" He naturally knew that Lucas was not a member of the Lawrence family. "Lucas York," Lucas truthfully replied. It was clear that Layton had never heard of Lucas' name before. Layton looked at Lucas and asked again, "Why did you come to my family?"

Almost as if it had been staged. Had Ashlyn somehow orchestrated the whole thing to avoid revealing her identity to him? And if so, what was she hiding? By the time the plane touched down at the Lycan palace, Isaac had made up his mind. He needed answers, and he wasn’t going to get them by asking Ashlyn—or anyone from Silvermist, for that matter—directly. He found his Beta waiting for him at the airstrip, as usual. “How was your trip, Your Majesty?” the Beta asked, falling into step beside him as they walked toward the waiting car.

I said, rubbing my hands together. "It's not that simple," Luca reminded me and I rolled my eyes. "The Raven's Don is always hidden. No one really knows where he is unless he wants to be found." "So we get to Sante, right? That's what I'm hearing," I said as Luca opened the apartment door for me and I walked inside. "Yeah, and I have a plan." "Lucy!" My eyes widened as Lily came towards me for a hug but I stepped back and right into Luca's chest. His hands landed on my shoulders to steady me as I held a hand out to the peppy blonde.

I will save my mate and I will kill who did this. ********************* "My King, there are three scent in her room that looks unfamiliar." Troy, our lead and best tracker. "One is from Ms. Lily, the second is you and the third one was Loui." He said. "Loui? What the hell is she doing there?" I ask. Tyler, Lily, Markus, Ele and Troy look confused as I am. "Do you have a picture of this girl you're talking about?" Markus said. "Why?" Ele ask. "Why do you want to know?" I ask.

Killian shook his head before replying, “he could kill me with a flick of his finger. So, no chance for me.” “You are fond of him.” “I do.” “Where do you think he is?” “In the human land. But he might be dead already.” A place I couldn’t go to at the moment. Exhaling, I thought, what do I do from this? “Have you heard a case of Lycan mating with a witch?” My question made Killian’s gaze deepen. He observed me carefully before a smirk spread across his face. “So it’s about your mate.” Killian went silent after that. “Is she really a witch?” Killian lifted his hand to stop me from speaking. “Don’t deny it yet. Think about it carefully. Your answer will decide the side I’m going to take.”

The beast inside him is howling, desperately aching to follow the scent. “Mate!” he mutters. Kai grins. After all these years, he finally found his mate. For a long time, he waited for her and now, he found her. His wolf is crying and howling in joy. The Lycan King finally found his Queen. Kai follows the scent, trying to calm the manic madness in him. He finally spots her near the bar, drinking. For a moment, he stares at her in astonishment.

I just wanted the name and that's that! "Letitia Monrovia" I frowned, I haven't heard of that name ever before 'Letitia Monroe' I faced Liam. "Do we have any Letitia in our pack?" Liam shook his head "I'm afraid not, it's my first time hearing too" this seems to be another stumbling block! What does that woman has to do with the case is what matters! "Send out people then, I need to know as soon as possible. And you, can you play the call records?" The man nodded and quickly started to type on his desktop, while Liam left to make a call, soon he clicked one of the calls records and the voice came through "Madam good-"

This was something I knew when I was running for my life with my sister, before we parted way and I settled in the north. If nothing is done, the The Prince of fire would take over the nation, causing chaos that could spread to Elarinth that sits at the middle of Lycos. “And how do we verify that what you are saying is true?” Someone in the crowd shouted and I frowned. I do not have any evidence to back up my words. But if someone were to go there now, they could easily confirm what I said. I balled my fist, and I could feel my body curling in. But, I wasn’t ready to give up anytime soon, I could tell the ministers to send men of their own to confirm that what I am saying is true.

I take a deep breath to compose myself, and finally, I sink myself into his memories once more. I'm back in the hallway in the Moonlight Grove pack. Larkin is walking along, his face clearer this time. He's looking at the portraits with purpose, which makes me feel like he knows something before he even went here. It makes me think that he already found something out before seeking out this very hallway. He gets to the last image, the last heir. I can feel his expectations. It's obvious. The last portrait should belong to Tristan. But when he looks at it, he finds an entirely different person.

His hands were clasped between his knees, and he didn’t look up when I entered. Vicktor stood by the window, his back to the room, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He didn’t turn. “What happened?” My voice echoed my worry, fear and concern across the room. “Did you find Tristan?” Luke finally looked up, and the exhaustion in his eyes told me everything I needed to know before he even said “We found him.” He said warily. His voice was rough, scraped raw. “He’s alive. But –” “But what?”