The Experimental Log Of The Crazy Lich Novels & Stories

I wanted them to come to their own understanding before I told them what I was thinking. The room was quiet while they read. Outside, the fortress was beginning to wake up. Distant sounds of the morning routine, boots on stone, the smell of food coming from the kitchens, someone calling out a name in the courtyard. Ordinary sounds that felt precious in a way they had not before Lilith returned. Nyx finished reading first and looked up. “She believed this genuinely. It is not theoretical speculation. She tested parts of it. Look at the footnotes on the third page. She documented observations from watching Lunar Wolves during full moon cycles.”

She is wearing safety goggles and is holding a glass stir stick in her mouth. “LAVENDER!” I rush over to my wolf and give her a hug, but my arms fall through her. I don’t hit the ground, though. Lavender and I are one again. I’m in her mind watching her work at the lab table. Clotho pats Lavender’s head and begins pointing out different parts of the experiment she and Lachesis are working on. “What is she doing here? I told her what she needs.” A familiar high pitch voice screeches. The hemoglobin molecule stomps its little foot on the table in front of us.

Chris mumbles and helps her stand. "We only have the dark tear, Alexia, how can you form the divine oil with just that?" "I WAS ABLE TO GET A STRAND OF LILITH'S HAIR AND WAS ALSO ABLE TO GET A STRAND OF ISABELLA'S HAIR BEFORE SHE VANISHED WITH HER. CHRIS IS HERE SO I'LL JUST TAKE A STRAND OF HIS HAIR WHEN I NEED TO... Which means we are only waiting for the dark sweat" Ariel completes. "YES ARIEL, WE ARE WAITING FOR LOGAN. I WONDER WHAT MIGHT BE KEEPING HIM."

She looked at him with an expectant look, causing him to chuckle. “I see you’re ready to get started,” he said. “Okay then. Let’s do this.” He transformed into his Lycan form and looked at Eve. She got to her feet but didn’t move toward him. Remembering the experiment they wanted to perform, Arec tried to talk to Eve. “Can you understand me?” he asked in Lycan speech. Eve tilted her head to the side but didn’t respond. “Guess not,” he muttered. He frowned as he thought, “How else am I supposed to talk to her?”

Two hours before my night shift, as the moon was about to rise, the fireflies twinkled through the humid twilight air, the bullfrogs and crickets sang, Grey and I went deep into the woods as far away from humans that I could get on my lands to begin my proper Lycan training. Rand gave us a devilish smirk as my mate and I passed by the hunting cabin, from where he sat on the porch, while Lily turned beet red and jumped off his lap at our approach. Though both of the young mates were fully dressed, the beta had lipstick stains on his face, his black curls were tousled, and Lil’s dress was buttoned up wrong.

His face was calm, almost serene, but his eyes burned with a fire that Lena had rarely seen. Together, they carved a path toward the heart of the fortress. --- They found Lilith in the central chamber. The room was vast and circular, its walls covered in runes that glowed with dark light. A raised platform stood at the center, and on that platform, surrounded by dozens of hybrids, stood Lilith. Some of the hybrids were conscious, their eyes wide with terror. Some were not, their bodies limp and motionless. All of them were connected by threads of dark energy, pulsing strands that fed from their bodies into Lilith's raised hands.

The vehicle drove off, and I watched until it disappeared behind the outer pillars. After bidding farewell to Alpha King, I headed straight to the main laboratory building. The familiar atmosphere I had been experiencing lately. The warmth from the furnace, the sharp metallic scent mingling with the aroma of herbal roots and fermented liquids, and the series of small pops from the experimental tubes. Crystal lamps glowed dimly from the high ceiling, reflecting a shimmering light on the laboratory tables. Hessel stood at the experimental table with his two assistants, busily mixing a silver-green liquid. Serel approached me from the side, her white robe fluttering lightly like mist as she wal

After a moment, Lucia walked out of the chamber with calculated grace. Logan stood still for a while, then walked to his hidden shelf behind the closet. From a carved wooden compartment, he brought out a small bottle filled with shimmering blue liquid. The clarity potion. He uncorked it and drank the contents in one swift gulp. Almost immediately, a shudder ran through his body. His breathing slowed. The fog in his mind lifted like clouds parting for the sun. He blinked and straightened up, clarity shining in his once-confused eyes.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”