Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

There was something about him although his expression was pleasant. He was walking straight toward me. He stopped a few feet from where I stood. “Mrs. Stormrider,” he greeted. His voice was smooth, charming even. “A pleasure to finally meet you.” I blinked. “I’m sorry, have we met?” He smiled. “Not officially. I’m Lucien. Business associate of your husband.” That name. I had heard it before, briefly mentioned by Ronan. But this was our first face-to-face. Lucien didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped closer, just enough to be heard over the speech in the background.

I hissed. Lucien exhaled sharply. “He didn’t ‘find’ us. He dismantled the entire lower level. It was calculated. He could have killed me, but he didn't. He let me leave.” Let him. That chilled me more than anything else. Ezreal never did anything without reason. “He’s on his way to you,” Lucien continued. I straightened immediately. “Then you need to get here. Now.” “I’m already en route,” Lucien said coldly. “Start the ritual.”

Phineas walked toward him, his heart slamming against his ribs. "I remember standing in those trees," Lucian said. He pointed toward the dark line of the forest. He was down to a thin, black undershirt that clung to his bulging muscles. "I was a scout then. A thief with a title. I watched Arthur reject you. I watched you fall to your knees in this muck." "I don't need a history lesson." Phineas grabbed Lucian’s arm. "Let’s go back to the palace."

"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."

"You're a guest tonight. Eat." "I know, but it's just — strange." She smiled, taking a bite of salmon. "I've worked in this house forever, and I've never seen this room look warm before." "That's because the company's usually terrible," Lucien said from the head of the table. I looked at him, honestly stunned. Collar unbuttoned, actual smile on his face, sipping wine like a regular guy instead of the man the entire business world tiptoed around. Even Vivienne behaved — mostly glaring at her vegetables, one look from Lucien enough to shut down anything sharper than a sigh.

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

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.