Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

The arch above the turnstiles had red and white flashing lights spaced in a checkerboard pattern. Standing beneath them was my father and another man. Jude came to a stop beside me. His scar rippled as he tipped his head to the side and scowled. “That’s definitely not Haruto Nakamura.” I stepped forward, confusion written across my face. Scanning my father’s expression, I found no explanation for why this male stood beside him. “No, it’s not,” I said. “That’s Lucille’s ex-husband, the man Kimberly thought was her birth father. He ran all those years ago, before our parents started the ritual. His name is Nial. Nial Sharpe.”

I managed to ask, but it came out in a whisper. His eyes—dark—but full of life—a contrast to their usual—remained on me. "I'm Lucien. And I'm very different from Draven, or my brother," he said. I nodded, stunned. I could tell. The eyes. I dragged my gaze down, anywhere else but those mesmerizing eyes of his. "I know." His brows flickered. "Do you?" I nodded again, suddenly aware of how much his touch sent tingles in between my legs.

AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed hoping Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was around. He was the most feared guy in our city. He was the quarterback in football and also a genius in each and every aspect. I knew and liked him since kindergarten. He was a very friendly kid back then but after his parents died in an accident he has been aloof. He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes.

His dark hair whipped in the wind, his armor polished silver rather than black. And when he lifted his head, I knew that face. Lucien. The half-brother we had believed exiled beyond the southern sea. The traitor Dominic had spared years ago. Dominic went completely still beside me. “Impossible,” he muttered. Lucien smiled across the battlefield; a slow, infuriating smile. “I wondered how long it would take you to recognize my banners, brother.” His voice carried unnaturally clear, amplified somehow. Magic. Of course. Dominic stepped forward instinctively, placing himself slightly ahead of me.

That was when the air behind me shifted. A low, amused voice said, “Still chasing ghosts, brother?” I spun. Lucien stepped out of the shadows, his clothes torn, his grin familiar and infuriating. His silver eyes glowed faint in the dark. “Didn’t think you’d still be breathing after that little lover’s meltdown.” “Get out of my way.” My voice came out sharp. He cocked his head. “You’re hunting a witch in your lover’s skin, Zane. That’s not saving her — that’s suicide.”

It was Luthor. But not Luthor. Softer. A strange warmth in his eyes. His cheekbone carried a scar Luthor didn’t have. His lips curved in a sad smile. “I’m Lucien. His brother. Twin, actually.” I stared. “No…” I whispered. “You’re lying.” “I wish I was,” he murmured, and something in his voice told me it was true. “I don’t understand. Why didn’t he ever mention—” But then I saw Luthor.

They quickly converged and got straight into business. "So, what's the plan?" Lucien said, his deep voice resonating throughout the whole room. Amongst the triplets, he was the most withdrawn and didn't talk too much, you only knew the things he said through his actions. He was a very fierce warrior and had a very big advantage over his opponents because of the way he was made. Lucien was made like a bull. He was very huge and everyone turned to look at him twice anywhere he went. He took care of most jobs that required an enemy to be subdued and conquered.

"Careful, friend. The last person who stepped into Chika's perimeter ended up in a body bag outside the Silverfang Ceremony Chamber." My skin burned with a mix of leftover adrenaline and sheer agitation as I stood trapped between the rogue and Lucien’s overwhelming presence. The mercenary gave a quick, stiff nod, tucked the blade back into his tactical harness, and dissolved into the crowded underground tunnels without another word. Lucien’s gaze remained fixed on the empty corridor, his amber eyes tracking the lingering scent trail with lethal intent. I reached up, my claws lightly scraping over his knuckles to break his focus. "Let it drop, Lucien. He was just a low-level blade looking for

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”