Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

"You've broken promises before." "Not this one." For a brief moment, neither man spoke. The silence between them felt older than the tunnel itself. Adrian finally broke it. "Who are you?" Lucien turned toward him. "I've had many titles." "Explorer." "Scholar." "Traitor." "Kingmaker." He smiled faintly. "But none of them matter." "What matters..." He glanced at the journal inside Adrian's backpack. "...is what you're carrying." "The journal?" "No." "The missing page."

On the line next to it, a signature was already written in sharp, bold black ink. Lucien Knight. I stared at the name, the room suddenly spinning around me. Lucien Knight. The private, billionaire CEO everyone talked about. The one person the public tagged as heartless. Lucien….. Lucien Knight was also Jason's cousin.

Riven said to him. “Apparently he did to me,” Lucien said, glancing at Riven. “Additional security. With the king’s scouts around, he wants some more manpower up here with you.” Riven didn’t look convinced either, but he nodded once and stepped aside. Not like he could do anything to a Lycan anyways. Lucien sat by the fire like he owned the place. “Relax love. I’m not here to bite you.” Mrs. Halloway eyed him and put a cup in my hand. “Drink this, child.”

“Stories. Nothing more, just stories.” Lucien smiled. He could hear the lie in the boy’s voice as easily as hearing a knife scrape metal. “Stories,” he repeated, moving closer. “And yet stories build empires, Alexei. Never forget that.” He let the silence linger, let the boy sweat under his wet face. Then he moved back, as though the matter was already forgotten. But in Lucien’s mind, the decision was already made. He would let Alexei lead him to the Cham. He would drain every word from those secret calls until the full path revealed itself. And then, when the time was right, he would step in—not as thief, but as kingmaker.

"I'm a werewolf, too. Oh, no. More exactly, I'm a hybrid. Half werewolf, and half witch. If you try to threaten me now, then it will all be in vain." "Let go of me!!!" Felicity was struggling to speak now. "If you want all the answers to all the questions, then listen to me, Felicity." Lucia began to speak in a tone of voice that sounded very serious out there. "I am not Lucia Hazel Gray... the truth is, I am Luciana Edith, the only daughter of The Crescent Moon Pack. Luciana who lost all of her family, all of her pack members, the heirloom gem, The Crescent Moon Pack, and even, I lost my identity as Luciana Edith, with my new identity as Lucia Hazel Gray. I... am the Luciana Edith who was k

he frowned, “Unfortunately, the one I captured was able to escape.” Elder Lyon shook his head, “Unfortunately,” The elders began catching up. While doing so, they were also fishing for information about what had happened. And once again, Lucien was glad that he had taken the deal with the old witch. He didn’t even have to say anything. Lucien himself was the one taking the lead and answering whatever questions were asked. And anytime a question was directed at him, he always used it as a way to praise how valiant Elder Lance actually was on the day of the attack.

Lucien ordered, his voice came out guttural. Immediately, Damien howled and dashed towards the rogues, his men followed in town. Lucien already had his target, the leader of the rogue who happened to be waiting for him also. The rogue leader stalked towards him, bigger than normal wolves with dirty gray fur, sharp fangs that dropped with saliva and a crazy look on his face. It growled at Lucien in challenge. Lucien growled deep in his throat in answer. In a flash, the rogue wolf sprung towards Lucien, its claws open and headed for his throat. But Lucien was ready for it and swiped his sharper claws against its stomach. The wolf felt to the ground writhing in pain as its internal organs spraw

My words come out through clenched teeth as I punch the wall again, cracking it more. Alia slowly steps in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist, pressing her head against my chest, holding me tightly. I wrap my arms around her leaning my head down into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, knowing I could've just lost her. My breathing slowly starts to even out as I inhale her scent, calming down. "Who was that guy?" I asked her. He was able to fight my command. "That was the alpha king son Lucius. He comes with his father sometimes to visit the packs." She says looking up at me.

LYRA "Careful, she's unused," Cassien warns, entering the room behind his twin. I later learnt his name is Lucien. Lucien licks his lips, his eyes lingering on my breasts before meeting my gaze. "Unused, you say? Well, we'll have to remedy that, won't we?" Cassien crouches near me while holding my hands. "Don't fear, Lyra. Lucien is my blood, my twin. And his name is Lucien."

“Let me warn you, friend...if you try to touch what’s mine again, I’ll break your hand.” Well, I doubt he was lying about the breaking hand part...he could actually rip him apart in a second. At that point, I wouldn't mind... Damian’s face turned red. “You can’t talk to me like...” “I can. And I just did. What are you gonna do about it?” Damian stepped forward with his fists clenched. “You think you’re untouchable...right?” Lucien didn’t flinch...he just smiled a bit. “I don't think...I know I am. Do you even know what Lucien Kael looks like? ”