Skyrim Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

She felt as if her face would explode from embarrassment, so she turned back, smiling nervously "What are you saying? I'm fine. You're the one who came in." She said as she tried to step back, while he looked at her sarcastically “You are really not skilled at lying, my princess. Anyway, I will go along with you.” He said as he moved back to stand in front of her, bowing respectfully “I am the first knight of the Vampire Castle, Lucien Wolves. Nice to meet you .” The shock caused her tongue to freeze three hundred degrees, to the point that she felt like she was in a realistic dream

Her spine went rigid. “I had a feeling I’d find you here,” Lucien said. His voice was velvet soaked in old wine, silken, rich, and sharp enough to cut through quiet. She didn’t turn. “Why are you here, Lucien?” “To see you. To remind you that you’re more than just a pawn in their eyes.” Only then did she face him. Lucien Drake. Vampire prince. Diplomat of the shadow-born. Potential ally in a den of vipers.

Cassian looked at him for a moment longer, then said, "He doesn’t hate you because of who you are, Lucien. He hates you because he doesn’t understand you." Lucienne's smile faded. "I don't even understand myself." Cassian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver chain with a tiny star on it. "Here. For good luck." Lucienne hesitated, then took it. "Thank you." When Cassian left, Lucienne returned to the window. Outside, the staff were setting up the grand pavilion. Tables draped in white, crystal glasses catching the afternoon sun. A party for people who mattered. And he, the hidden son, the ghost twin, would be there too.

The sapphire caught the faint light in the room, glinting softly. For a moment, I just stared at it. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered. I turned it slightly between my fingers, watching how the light reflected off it. A royal necklace. The Luna Queen’s necklace. I scoffed under my breath. “Yeah, right.” Hunter was a rogue. A nobody. A man with no name, no past, no family. And I was supposed to believe that somehow, he was connected to something like this? It didn’t make sense. Not even a little.

“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.”

⸻ That night, when the halls emptied and whispers spread like wildfire, Zaria paced their chamber. “He appeared from nowhere,” she said, her voice low but sharp. “And no one dared stop him. Who is he, Lucien?” Lucien stood by the window, moonlight gilding his profile, his jaw tense. “A ghost the estate pretends doesn’t exist. Cassian. A rival too dangerous to banish, too clever to kill.” Zaria’s heart thudded. “And he’s watching us.” Lucien turned then, crossing to her in two strides. He cupped her face, his touch both tender and fierce. “Then let him watch. Let them all watch. You are not a tether, Zaria. You are fire.”

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.”

I caught sight of the royal sigil on his chest, outlined by the rain, and all I could do was laugh harder. “What is this?” he asked between chuckles. “Your training? Water magic practice?” “Nope,” I gasped. “Just fun.” And suddenly—he wasn’t laughing. Not entirely. Lucien stood still, rain dripping from his lashes, and stared at me. Really stared. His thumb brushed the edge of my jaw, tucking a strand of wet hair behind my ear. His voice dropped into something quieter, less teasing. “You’re different from anyone here.” “So I’ve been told,” I whispered.

~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