Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

“How come? Are you trying to say my evidence is lie?” “N…no.. but the person must have had it mixed up.” Lucian held his fingers and bent them backwards which made Derek scream. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You are only making things hard for yourself” He bent his finger backwards even more. “Please stop…PLEASE!!” “Okay.” He paused, “Let's start from the top again. Shall we?” Derek nodded hastingly and Lucian had a very sinister smirk plastered on his face. “I am Lucian. Alpha of Ironfang dominion. Have you heard of me?”

Can he dispel the shadows of doubt that have enveloped our hearts? With measured steps, Lucian walks forward until he stands by my side, his presence commanding attention. His voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the air, carrying a hint of frostiness that mirrors the icy determination in his eyes. His gaze sweeps across the room, taking in each sceptical face, a silent challenge issued to those who dare to question his intentions. "I understand your doubts, and rightfully so," he begins, his voice laced with a quiet intensity that demands attention. "Friendship and empty assurances are not my concern. That is not who I am. My path is forged by actions, not mere words. Allow me to share a

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.”

“Where am I?” “You’re safe, my son,” Zerach said quickly, brushing his hand over his cheek. “You fainted at the feast. Do you remember what happened?” Lucien frowned, his brows furrowing as though trying to recall a dream that slipped through his fingers. “I… I saw things,” he muttered, voice trembling. “Strange people.” “People?” Zerach repeated, his heart tightening. “What kind of people?” Lucien’s eyes drifted toward the ceiling, his tone distant. “They were tall… with horns like mine, but sharper. Some had wings. Some had fire in their eyes. They were standing in a dark place, and they were all staring at me.”

"We'll take that as a compliment. Besides, I bet you're the second youngest in our group, age wise at least." "I thought Ema—" "She's half witch, genius. And she's 47, what'd you expect?" "....Right." Suddenly, his wolf detects something funky, something rotten to drink. "Looks like I've found my first shop." Said Lucien, walking towards a wine mart which smelled heavenly to his senses. He filled his lungs with the smell of liquor, it felt as though he was intoxicated just by the smell of it. Adam and Kohl followed Lucien quietly, although Raya sighs as she expected chaos soon after.

This place holds too much of my past. I point Damien toward the main house, away from the barracks. Lucien waits on the porch. He looks older than I expected. Smaller somehow. His face is lined deep with anger and regret. Silver threads run through his hair and beard. His eyes are hard, but empty. “Sky,” he says. “You brought company. Shadow Fang wolves are not welcome on our land.” “This is different,” I answer. “Please. Let us come inside. We need to talk.” He studies me for a long moment. His jaw tightens. Then he steps aside.

Raven uttered firmly but Lucien only shook his head. "Let me have him," Lucien uttered grimly. "He still has debt to pay." "Be careful," Synth reminded him through the mind link. With their dark eyes and sharp claws, Lucien and Luther slowly walk toward each other as the sun rises. ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

Xender, what kind of sick game are you playing? Why is the Varkane King speaking to you as if you aren't a disgraced soldier?" I looked at Lucien, then back at Tristan. For a second, my heart skipped a beat, wondering if Nyx had slipped up and leaked my designation. But the calm, predatory stillness in Lucien’s eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing. I managed a sharp, cold smile. "You’re right on time, Lucien. In fact, your timing is impeccable. You’ve arrived just as the scavengers were finishing their barking."

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.