Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

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—”

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

He held a silver chalice in his right hand while talking to the leader of the camp. Now, as I ogled at him, I realized the name Darien Ozric didn’t fit him in this world at all. He was right. Lucien sounded better. With one gulp, I neared, or more like got dragged by Little Pinky with her enthusiastic attitude. I hadn’t even reached the tables when Lucien’s attention landed on me, his calculating eyes meeting mine. He gave me a once-over, minutely showed a pleased smile, and then waited for me to stand on his left before commenting, “You look ready.”

Didn’t speak. He only smirked. Behind him were three warriors dressed in ceremonial armor. One I recognized as his right-hand guard, the other two I’d never seen. Likely new blood. Trained killers, no doubt. “Alpha Lucien of Mooncroft,” announced one of our guards at the door. “Responding to the summons of Alpha Aria of North Fangpack .” Lucien’s steps echoed as he approached the table. “Aria?” he repeated, mockingly. “So the rumors are true.”

*** Innercircle City, Mane Country (Immortal three-hundred nine years) LUCIEN Lucien Sabias moved through the streets at an unnatural pace. Street candles flickered above him. Sputtering out as he drew near. The night impossibly still. The cobbled streets barren. Shimmering silver under layers of rain and pale moonlight. His boots clicked on the surface. He swore vehemently. Wishing he’d not consumed so much drink. It’s slowing my reflexes. Making it hard to change. He cursed about the demon that’d brought the rage of InnerCircle, Mane down around his ears.

Leo grabbed his daggers. From the silver mist, Lucien emerged. He wasn't alone. He was riding a massive, charcoal-grey wolf, and his Forsaken warriors were behind him, their grey eyes glowing with a cold, predatory hunger. Lucien looked at the silver birches, the crystal pool, and the ancient Elder with a look of pure, unadulterated loathing. "So," Lucien said, his voice echoing through the sanctuary. "The holy ground. The place my mother died to protect."

"Our best guy, Kieran Lornn. He can't see but he knows the earth like he's not blind." Kieran nodded in their direction and he didn't speak a word. He has brown, curly hair and fair skin. There's a scar running vertically from under the cloth that covered his left eye and then stopped at his cheek. He's the most serious in the group, in Chloe's perception, with adorable heart-shaped lips. "Are you free this afternoon, Chlo'?" Lucian asked as they started to walk away from the tower. Chloe looked at Jucel. "Didn't we have to continue cleaning our room?" Jucel started to panic as all eyes went to her.

“So what now? Do we wait for them to find us again? Or are we actually going to fight?” Lucien leaned against the mantle. His black shirt clung to his frame, open at the collar, revealing runes inked into his skin—sigils of protection, power, and sacrifice. His trousers were charcoal, tailored to perfection, tucked into leather boots polished to a gleam. Every inch of him was dressed like sin wrapped in royalty. “We’ll fight if we must. But first…” He walked over to her. “You need to learn who you really are.” She raised an eyebrow. “You suddenly decided to be honest?”

“But we can sense your animal spirits, that is how we know.” “This is Hunji, my second in command, and Rhett, my advisor, and lead warrior,” I told the man, hoping he would introduce himself. The man rose from his feet and stepped forward, giving a curt bow to Hunji and Rhett, “A pleasure, I am assuming they are two of your Knights?” He asked. “What is your name, Lycan?” Mathias addressed him. “Please forgive me; I am Lucien, leader of the Guardians Clan.” He said while giving us a smile.