Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

“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.

I whispered, voice barely steady, green eyes locked on the cloaks, afraid to see what lay beneath. Lucien nodded, his jaw clenched, ice-blue eyes dark with fury. “Toren and his boy, liam.” His voice cracked on the names, and my stomach twisted, the memory of liam’s gap-toothed grin flashing—his small hand tugging mine in the arena, begging for a game. Now he was gone, his father with him, ripped away by monsters we didn’t believe existed.

He had not told Susan yet that Nathan knew that Lancelot was a closeted gay but that was not something to be divulged yet. Susan was studying Lancelot. He was clad in a smart blue blazer with golden buttons and a Liberty cravat at his neck, his black hair was neatly brushed. She was impressed by his good manners, his handsome face and fascinated by his almond shaped eyes. “I really come here as an emissary from my father,” said Lancelot. “Oh really?” Nathan responded in a bored tone as he drank the tea the waitress had served from Wedgewood China. “He wishes me to pass on his unreserved apologies to both of you as for the way he behaved when you were leaving yesterday. He also wanted to…” he

His face fell, and he stuttered, “S-She’s fine. She didn’t actually try anything. When I got back, I found out it was all pretend. She drank fake wolfsbane to trick me into returning.” As he spoke, he reached out to grab my hand. “But listen, it’s over. I sent her away. She won’t bother us again. Mia, I was wrong. Please, forgive me.” I looked at him, but there was no emotion left in my chest. “Lucien,” I said quietly, “I’m done with you. I’m not going back.” Lucien went pale, and his voice rose in disbelief. “Why? Mia, you loved me. I know you did. Why won’t you just give me another chance?”

"Jinyan, look at the pillars. They aren't just stones. They’re resonators." Lucien appeared at the edge of the clearing, flanked by Alistair Vane and a dozen elite guards. Lucien wasn't smiling anymore. His charcoal suit was rumpled, and his eyes were wide with a frantic, desperate greed. "Grace!" Lucien shouted, his voice amplified by a handheld resonator. "Step away from the center! You don't know the frequency! You’ll tear the valley apart!"

He seemed lost in thought, his mind drifting away with the wind. The great Lucien talking about reverence as if it were something so ordinary? And worse, him—the one who hid from his people, wanting to be forgotten by his kin after his clan, the Mesclados Fists, was wiped out—now commenting on how wonderful it is to be seen? Hypocrite! I didn’t answer anything. The anger was bubbling inside me while the wolf admired every inch of his muscular arm, his feline, animalistic walk. I just walked beside him in silence, lost in my own thoughts.

But my attention was drawn away anyway by the sound of a snort nearby. I looked over to see an older and rather unattractive Lycan man staring at me with a glass of whiskey in his hand. “There’s the mail-order bride,” he said to the equally-as-old-and-ugly man next to him. The other man chortled, his eyes flicking over my dress. “She’s certainly dressed like one, brother.” Isaac bristled beside me. “Ignore them,” he said, tugging on my arm. “That’s my great-uncle Fenn and his twin, Lester. They’re both jacka—”