The Loud House Fanfiction Lincoln Fights Back Novels & Stories

Deric stumbles to the ground, his face twisting in pain. He barely gets a curse out. "Son of a—" "Complete that statement," Lincoln’s voice cuts in smoothly, "and I promise you won’t like the outcome." His tone is effortless. Calm. Like he’s discussing stocks over morning coffee, not staring down my ex-husband with a stare cold enough to freeze over hell. Deric lets out a harsh laugh, but Lincoln doesn’t hesitate. His foot connects with Deric’s ribs in a single, merciless kick, sending him sprawling backward.

It only lasted a second before Lincoln entirely shifted too. The wolves snarled and snapped. Black and brown fur flew as the fight progressed. Lincoln seemed to realize that they were equally matched in this form. He shifted back, and as Liam went to copy, Lincoln’s fist collided with his nose halfway through the change, breaking it with a sickening crunch.

I thrashed against their grip, screaming and kicking, but they were too strong. “Let me go!” I cried. Lincoln stepped forward, his lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re obsessed with him,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’d even fight me just to be with him. If that’s what you want, then don’t blame me for what happens next.” He wiped the blood from his split lip where one of my flailing arms had struck him. His cold eyes locked on mine, and he turned to his guards. “Ready her,” he ordered, his voice like ice.

Our mother asked as he came running into the kitchen and locked eyes with me, his face holding shock once he saw I was perfectly fine. “I just had a rather interesting conversation with Alban, he came around here and had some kind of talk with Iris and according to him, it got heated.” Lincoln began to explain walking slowly into the kitchen, a piece of paper hanging from his hands and unfortunately, I knew exactly what was written on it. “Heated in what way?” My father asked now looking towards me, but my eyes didn’t leave Lincoln’s, where I was met with such a disappointed look. “He has some pretty intense injuries to his face but as I stand here looking at you, you don’t have any. Why’d y

You just cut in the line right now! " Grr! Try me then!" ' But of course, there are outliers...' Alphonse shook his head at the two irrational weres who were arguing as to who cut in line and who didn't. It's obvious that in a situation like this, there would always be those who compete and fought just to gain an extra scrap. " Hmph!" Alphonse heard a soft scoff behind him. However, he acted as though he didn't hear a thing from the old man standing in line behind him.

heard you and your brother are currently fighting for the heir position. If the old man finds out about this, what do you think will happen?" Lincoln frowned. He and Dominic had been rivals for years, and he knew him well. Dominic always knew how to hit him where it hurt. The internal struggle within the Walter family was indeed heating up. Whoever gained the old man's trust would secure the position of heir. If Lincoln clashed with Dominic over a woman at this critical moment, it could lead to serious consequences. "Touché," he conceded, releasing his grip. He then winked at me, adding, "Don’t worry, beautiful. As long as I'm here, he won't dare to do anything to you." Dominic Blackwood ha

Upon seeing this, my family couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward. A huge fight broke out in earnest. The scene instantly descended into chaos. Everyone in my family was incensed. They showed no mercy to the Bakers. So, each person picked their target and fought with all their might. The situation grew more and more chaotic until, by the end, it was clear that my family had the upper hand and was pummeling the Bakers mercilessly. Even my eight-year-old nephew managed to land several solid kicks. The fight only stopped when the village chief, Richard Anderson, rushed over in a panic and broke it up.

Puffing the smock out of his lips, he tugs his bottom lips between his teeth as he asks, uncaring, "Where at this time?" My voice weavers, "I..I am not sure. Maybe it'd be NZ after spending some time at Maxim's home in Russia." Tucking my loose strand behind my ear, I blink my eyes a couple of times to push back tears threatening to escape my eyes. He shouldn't see my desperation. No matter how hard it becomes for me, I will not show how weak I've become for him. "I won't come back, Lincoln." A gasp escapes from my mouth when he suddenly stands up and throws his cigarette on the ground before crushing it harshly under his boots in a rage. I feel my heart in my throat once again when he turns