Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

Danielle glanced at Lucien who immediately understood the matter. "I'm sorry, my lady," Lucien continued, his voice sincere. "I didn't properly introduce myself when I arrived. I've been distracted, and it wasn't fair to you." Danielle studied Lucien for a moment, her guard slowly lowering as she sensed his genuine remorse. She nodded, acknowledging his apology. “My name is Lucien, and I am beta Curtis’s brother. the tropes of vampire lord Khal were led by me towards kingdom Selene. Just as the alpha Cyrus planned and wanted.”

He had on his signature smirk and black eyes watched intently as the wolf approached. "The infamous Legion." Lucien finally spoke. "I have heard tales about you." Legion just twitched his ears, clearly not moved by the attempt at flattery. This being may have heard stories of the ruthless wolf, but he clearly hadn't heard that Legion couldn't care less for having his ego stroked. Unless it was by Maeve or Thalia of course. "Come," Lucien pushed away from the pillar. "One of the house staff will show you to a room to freshen up. We will talk afterwards."

I thought staring at Jane who had a proud amusing smirk on her face as she stared at Lucy with approval. "Did you just do that?"I asked Lucy, dumbfounded the Alec the king of wolves was forced into submission by a human who claims to be a wolf. "Nope it wasn't me."she said making me relived."It was snow."she stated."Who the Fuck is these snow guy that you keep mentioning?"I asked as anger begun taking hold of me. "Shut the Fuck up pup"she commanded making Alec whimper. "And as I said snow is my wolf counterpart". she said. "

Jacob says, his voice barely above a whisper. Lucien takes a sip of his wine, then sets the goblet down with a clink. "My sister will be returning home soon," he says, his voice flat. I try to hide my excitement, but my heart is racing. Lauren is the only person in this place who has shown me any kindness. I nod, my eyes fixed on my bowl of stew. "I'm sure she'll be glad to see you," I say, my voice carefully neutral as I reply sarcastically. Lucien gives me a sharp look, but I keep my face impassive.

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.”