Novel & Cerita Skyrim Lucien Lachance

I asked. “Yes. I can never and will never lie to you. I don’t want to grow horns on my head.” I heard him chuckle and it felt so real. I looked at his eyes that had turned red and felt myself drawn into them while my head felt heavy. Before I could grasp the meaning of his words, I fell into another deep slumber. … Lucien POV… I was in deep sleep when I heard someone scream my name and I thought that it was Camilla's voice. I immediately woke up and the scene before my eyes broke my heart into a million pieces.

The forest around us stilled completely, even the wind seeming to hesitate. And then I saw him. The figure stepped into view like the darkness itself had taken form and chosen to walk. His presence was not loud. It didn’t need to be. It simply was. Theorone. The Lycan King. A name spoken only when fear needed a shape. But none of them had been enough. None of them had prepared me for this. For the weight of his gaze as it swept across the scene. For the silence that followed him like a crown.

“No matter what happens tonight… I want you to always remember I’m on your side.” Her grip was a bit tight, possessive, like she did it intentionally. I pulled free immediately. “I know.” But as she stepped ahead of me, I saw her smile gradually returning, and I knew that minute that all wasn't well. ********* Lucien stood charmily at the edge of the courtyard, handsomely clothed in silver cloak which gleamed endlessly under torchlight. The crowd parted instinctively for him, for us. When he finally turned and caught sight of me, his expression changed. But it wasn't any way close to warmth, not even relief.

Silver Crescent territory was hours away with a truck and I used the time to mentally prepare for confronting Lucien, for walking into a pack that had nearly killed me and begging for help. "What's Lucien like?" Liam asked while obviously trying to distract me from spiraling thoughts. "Is he anything like his father?" "No," I said immediately. "Lucien is nothing like Darius, he's the one who exposed his father's crimes and had him removed from power." "That's something at least," Jayce observed. "Better than walking into a pack still loyal to the man who tortured you." "Much better," I agreed. "But it doesn't guarantee he'll help us."

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 cannot lead the charge. You’ll collapse.” Lucien met his gaze coldly. “Then I’ll die standing.” Before Kael could argue, Lucien shifted. Agony exploded through his bones. His wolf roared in protest as his transformation stuttered, incomplete, painful. He landed in half-form, massive but imperfect, breath already ragged. Gasps rippled through the warriors. Never in history had Lucien failed a full shift. Never. Lucien lifted his head, eyes blazing. “Hold the eastern flank!” he thundered. “No retreat!”

You should have announced yourself,” Darius grinned as Lucien pulled him into a brief embrace. “And ruin the surprise? Of course not.” Lucien stepped back, studying him. “You're back? It's been what? A decade?” Lucien asked. Walking towards the counter to pour some wine and blood into two glasses. “Yeah. I just got back. I had to come see you,” Darius replied. Darius was Lucien's right-hand man for almost a century. Lucien had saved him and turned him 92 years ago when he was dying at war, on the battlefield in the Army. He and Lucien had fought together in the army. They were so quick to become friends.

“What deals did you make?” “The best kind,” Lucien replied. “The kind where I gave everything that mattered and received power in return.” He held up his scarred hands, and I finally understood. The scars weren’t just from surviving Darius’s attack. They ran too deep, too deliberately patterned. “I sacrificed my own pack and their children to gain this power,” Lucien said, his voice devoid of remorse. “Three years ago, in a ritual that took everything and gave me everything I needed. I murdered my entire family in a dark ritual that consumed them completely.”

“We need to neutralize Lilith!” The elder Lycan appears at my side in a blur, slashing her sword through one of the malformed wolves. “Cover me!” She charges into the fray, silver blade clashing with Lilith’s emerald glow. That’s when Lucien begins to speak again. “You’re wasting your strength,” he calls out, calm, detached. “All this effort. All this fighting. For what? You think you’re defending something noble. But you’re just delaying the inevitable.” “You’re insane,” I spit, blood dripping from my claws.