Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “Since when?” “Since the night Lunareth fell.” Lucien smiled faintly. “He came carrying a baby.” Kieran glared at him. “Shut up.” “Why?” Lucien stepped closer. “You want him to know everything, don’t you?” Kieran clenched his fists. Lucien then looked at Serafina. “The person you consider your savior,” he pointed at Kieran, “is the one who later helped them develop Project Eclipse.”

Duncan’s voice boomed behind us. We reached the forest. “Faster,” I said. Maya was breathing hard but kept moving. Behind us, wolves howled. “They’re shifting,” Maya whispered. I didn’t look back. Suddenly, a wolf leaped from the side. The stranger reacted instantly. He pushed me aside and punched the wolf mid-air. The wolf crashed into a tree. My lips parted in shock. Strong. Very strong. “Who are you?” I asked quickly. “Hunter,” he replied.

Lucien stared at the arrow, his eyes widened. He bent down and picked it up, examining it closely. “We did!” A loud voice rang across the field. A man dressed in black armor stepped forward. The sight of him made my heart skip. He was the Head warrior who had spoken to Alpha Cassian on the day I was caught in Silver Moon Pack after stealing the Moon Orchid. What was he doing here? “How dare you come all the way here from Silver Moon Pack!” Lucien thundered, throwing the arrow to the ground.

“Always falling back on Darian this and Darian that. You talk about control, but you're the one who's clinging to a ghost.” He takes a step down the stairs, his eyes darkening. “Darian isn’t a ghost. He’s the only reason this kingdom hasn’t collapsed beneath the weight of your recklessness.” I exhale slowly. “If you miss him that much, why don’t you call him back?” Lucien narrows his eyes at me. “Maybe I will.” There it is. He descends the last step, stopping right in front of me. “Because if I keep sending you on these errands, you’ll ruin everything Darian and I built.”

Behind him, the general stayed bowed, frozen in place… not daring to lift his head until the fading thunder of Lucien’s horse vanished into the dark. Lucien rode into the Central Borders as dawn bled pale light through the mist. Frost clung to the air, cold enough to cut through leather, and the earth glittered silver beneath his boots when he dismounted. The General of the Central Borders stood waiting in the stillness, head bowed low, posture stiff with respect and fear. Lucien didn’t waste a breath on pleasantries. His voice was quiet but heavy enough to command the air itself. “Prepare my carriage. I return to the Crimson Blood Pack.”

"With me. And Alaric." My throat tightened. "That’s not just flattery?" Lucien actually smiled—small and real. "If it were flattery, I’d tell you your eyes look like midnight lightning storms." His gaze flicked to mine then. "But no. This isn’t about that." I turned fully to face him, needing the whole truth now. "How do you know?" Lucien let out a slow breath. Then... he said it. "When I was missing. Trapped in the Rift."

~Killian~ I sighed heavily, knowing that I owed Beta Nicholas an explanation for my certainty about Lucienne's wolf. "I've known Lucienne since she was a child," I began, my voice soft with reminiscence. "I watched her grow up, and I know her better than anyone. There's a bond between an Alpha and their pack, and I could sense her wolf's presence even when she couldn't. As for the name Amarok, it's a long story."

I was familiar with nightmares, I had a lot of them when Lea passed away but never had I seen anyone struggle to get away from one with such pain and was barely able to like she did. I had asked Lucas, a young man from the clan to gather every piece of information he could on her since Silas and I were busy. Today we were meeting with another Lycan pack on the west side to suggest an alliance. Silas and I were currently in front of the house of a young Lycan named Kallen, the son of the previous leader of that clan. He was in his late twenties and had a handsome face with a full set of fangs, but what I noticed the most was those red glowing eyes. He was one of the rare lycans who couldn't s

How did he find us? “Varyn’s army is marching towards our gates, and we have no time for riddles,” Lucien finally spoke, his voice sharp. His eyes narrowed at the figure, suspicious but wary. “Who are you to claim such knowledge?” The figure stepped forward into the light, his cloak flowing like liquid midnight. His face was rugged, weathered by time, but his eyes—those eyes were ageless. “My name is not important,” he said, his gaze locked on Lucien now. “What matters is that I’ve seen the destruction Varyn has caused. I fought him once. And I failed.”

Sally mentioned trying to remind Vetta not to mess anything she had planned. **** Lucien remained at the entrance of his home, standing and awaiting Dargak. As soon as the young warrior approached, he went down on his feet. He had brought along a hundred wolves among the pack with him, the strongest amongst all whom he had carefully selected. Lucien's eyes scattered round the environment, as he watched every one of them. Many of them were people he had trained himself during the fight to take over the red moon pack, and he knew Dargak would never disappoint.