Solas X Lavellan Novels & Stories

My whole body was tingling, and one word echoed in my mind. ‘RUN.’ I did not realise the command echoed throughout the Pack, the back door of the SUV opened, and we leapt out, completely in sync as we shifted into our wolves. We made an incredible sight, the huge blue/black Lycan Alpha, his eyes shining brilliantly blue, and me, the russet-tipped golden Solar Lycan, a legend come to life. Our strides matched as we raced side by side towards the plateau at the top of the mountain, where all the Pack meetings were held.

But the truth was more complex, a tapestry of love, betrayal, and sacrifice. Solas sat on a smooth, stone ledge within the cave, his back against the cool, damp rock. His shoulder-length black hair framed a face of striking beauty, his pale blue eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the narrow crevice in the cave's ceiling. His features were sharp, almost ethereal, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His skin, as light as the moon's own glow, contrasted sharply with the darkness of his hair. He was well-built, his body a testament to strength and resilience, yet his modern attire—jeans, a simple black shirt, and a leather jacket—gave him an air of famili

In his hand, he clutched a small, pulsating crystal that radiated a light so intense it made my eyes bleed. The Tear of the Sun. "You think you won?" Solas wheezed, his voice a wet, rattling sound. He looked at Lucian with a gaze of pure, unadulterated hatred. "You destroyed my temple. You broke my light. But I have the Tear... and I will use it to burn every shadow from this world, starting with your mother!" He raised the crystal, and the air around us began to ignite. "Stay behind me," Killian growled, standing up and stepping in front of us, his shadow-scars glowing with a defiant silver light.

"We do not fight them. Not today. We are out of magic, out of men, and out of time. If we start a war in this room, they will level the city." "Then what do we do?" Ashren breathed, struggling to rein in the wolf. "We lie," I said. "We smile. And we remind him that he is standing in my house." The heavy obsidian doors of the Vantablack groaned open. King Solas didn't walk in; he marched. He was flanked by two dozen Sunburst Elites in full golden armor, their solar lances humming with active charges. Solas wore a fresh crown the smoking one having been replaced by a circlet of flawless diamonds and a cape of spun gold that dragged across the black floor.

As the lead vessel touched down on the snow-covered plateau of the Ravine, the air grew warm, smelling of ozone and crushed jasmine. Vespera stepped out first, her golden armor reflecting the shimmering "Null-Field" above. Behind her came others—men and women with skin like polished bronze and eyes that held the depth of the nebula. They were the Solari Vanguard, the warriors who had never known the mud, only the stars.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The sky above the Solmere Pack was a deep shade of blue, heavy with tension. The wedding bells had gone eerily silent. A low growl vibrated across the clearing. Lucas Lavigne stood shoulder to shoulder with his son Levi — surrounded. Wolves from every side. Warriors bearing the black insignia of Solmere, fangs bared, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Sentries filled the treetops. Shadows shifted behind them, cloaked wolves emerging from places no one should’ve been able to hide.

VERALIN Drelia smiled, nervous. “Of course! We’ve prepared the east wing for you. I had it decorated myself. Lavender sheets, your favorite—” “I don’t like lavender,” Xaden cut in. “I like interest rates.” Silence again as drelia's mouth opened, then closed. She sparked - mauve wolf glowing under her skin but Xaden didn’t even blink at her. Cade leaned forward, observing. Those eyes that once looked at me like home now studied Xaden like a chess piece. “Speak plainly, alpha”

Lathering begins… XXX

They lifted their heads and sat down, and Dexton began, “BloodMoon members, today, it is with great pleasure I present to you Alana, your new Luna.” I smiled, expecting the usual round of applause pack members gave when they were introduced to the new Luna, but to my surprise, I got nothing except murmurs. “She looks so small,” one of the she-wolves said. “Fragile. I bet she won’t last,” another warrior said. “Is that our Luna? The Savage Wolf can do better.” The murmurs of some pack members cut deep into me, but I held my chin high. I couldn’t let their words get to me deeply. I knew what they wanted, and I will give them just that.