Chapter 1.[Dedicated to Sonic Tails, Anita.E and ♥Evihan♥] _ (CORINNE) It's been three hundred and seventy days, eight thousand eight hundred and eighty hours, and an infinite amount of seconds since my roommate disappeared. Which meant it was three hundred and seventy days since I knew I could even count. And that much amount of days since anyone around here paid me any attention. They were too busy sulking over Hellene's disappearance, and my birthday was f*cking tomorrow. Going down the stairs, the satisfying click of my red bottoms reached my ears, along with the quiet, dread-filled whispering slinking around the coven. Goddess. The witches acted as if someone had died! Well, I was going to if everyone kept ignoring me. I ventured into the gold hall, which was easily the most beautiful room in our New Orleans coven. I liked to think ours was the best coven among the ten that existed throughout the faction. I came across the ground floor and paused. It was teeming with
Hi, guys. So this is a wrap up on all the potential spinoffs!♥ Please comment below on which one you liked better and would like to read. . Annnddd, about the ending of The lycan king, here it goes: in chapter 64, Cordelia asks Willow, "Do you think evil truly ever goes away? Ever dies?" To which Willow says, "I don't know." Cordelia's reply after that is, "No, it lives on in our memories." There you have it. Dmitri only 'lives' in Willow's memories. Literally. He only exists there because as a downside to Willow's powers, she forms a connection with anyone whose memories she's ever looked into. Only when she's strong enough and has total control over her powers can she break it. So much for my cliffhanger. So, guys, thank you all so much for reading! It means a lot. And if you enjoyed it please, please, pleassee with a drop of hot lava and some basalts: leave a honest review and star rating in the main page. See you in the next book!
The Lycan King: [Lan Farrow]Copyright©All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Warning: this book is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. _Chapter 1The dagger whizzed across the training room, embedding itself into the right eye of Lan Farrow. "Bullseye!" A blonde witch hollered, bouncing on her feet.Loud cheers broke out around the room: "You go, Alexis!" "Nice aim, Lexi!" "What a clean shot!"Then suddenly a witch sprang up and declared loudly, silencing everyone, "Kill him! Kill the motherfucker! Slit his f*cking throat and make him bleed to death!"It was just a poster.After the beat of silence passed, all ten witches in my coven sprang up, yelling out their agreement while shooting their fists into the air. To them, the lycan king deserved no less. To me, I just wanted to go to my room. And prepare f
Cairns, Australia.Winter, 1801.LAN FARROW"Look at me when I talk to you, boy!" In spite of himself, thirteen year old Lan jerked at the harsh sound of his father's voice, his hand going to the gold ring on his finger that was given to him by his beloved mother. He fiddled with it nervously."You're growing into a man and as such should know what it entails to be one. Ever killed a game before? Ever tasted the fruits of a maiden?"Lan shook his head, his heart starting to race at the unbalanced look in his sire's eyes. He knew his mother would've sought to avoid this. Leaving him in the same room as his turbulent father."Well, today you will. Today, my son, you kill an infidel."Lan's blood ran cold. Witches were termed infidels, and killing one of the tricksy creatures would earn you an elevated position in the keep. Lan knew killing one was inevitable, only that he'd thought he wouldn't have to until he was much more older.His father's blue eyes flashed a feral yellow, reveali
PRESENT DAY,Late afternoon.WILLOW__The speakers blared once again and the slurring voice of a witch broke through, "Attention, witches. Humans will be approaching in the next five minutes. I repeat; in the next five minutes."When she went off the microphone, someone yelled downstairs, "Turn down the f*cking volume next time, Cordelia!""No!" Cordelia yelled back. "I live for the ear damage!"Slamming my door shut, I went around the large room gathering up essentials for my apparating potion. Lilies are the gateway to freedom blasted in my ears, cutting out the noise down the hall. Cordelia's Inherent gift was clairvoyance, so she would alert us of when the humans were to come.The door opened and closed. In walked my two roommates, Hellene and Corinne. I took out my headphones when Hellene started to talk to me."Hi, Lowe," she greeted. "You did great down there."Lies. "I got my ass handed to me, Hell." Hell, true to her name, had the Inherent gift of pyromamcing.She chuckled.
The clock struck a minute and all conversations around the house seized, getting replaced by the ones of the approaching humans."Mum, Miss Stacey says she wants a new doll," piped a little, red-haired child, obliviously striding through a row of shelves. A black cat walked beside her.Her mother rushed onwards, passing through the opposite wall. Her hands were filled with grocery bags. She hurriedly said, "Stacey can't say she wants a doll, honey. She's a cat.""But, mum! She told me!" From a few paces down, the mock-gasp of her dad sounded. "Honey, I think our daughter's a cat whisperer. Hey, Hailey hun, tell me what else Stacey's said."The little girl pouted. "She said it's high time you got a shave."Barking out a laugh, her dad swopped in and scooped her up, raising her high up into the air and spinning. She shrieked out endless giggles, splaying her small arms wide.Something in my chest tightened.I never had that growing up, a real family. Although I did have numerous aunts
A hush came over the hall. Heads turned, gazes reverting back to my face. My heart started to bang against my ribcage, my head growing lighter by the second. Before now, I had never considered that I could be chosen, because there was nothing to consider. I didn't have what it took. All I'd wanted was just a position to fight in the witch force; not one that'd grant me leadership.Allegra smiled down at me warmly. "Come forth, my child."I began to move, feeling very much like I was having an out of body experience. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own. The mass parted for me as I came, some squinting at the hood I'd drawn over my face, wanting to see who I was. See who I would be.My legs shook as I took one of the five steps leading up to the upraised platform. This was happening? What was Hecate thinking? Does she really think I can kill King Lan? Restore a peace that'd been sought for millenniums?She had the wrong girl.They all had the wrong girl.I stood on the podium
The next day I was woken up roughly. I opened my eyes to see a pissed Sybil. On sighting Meredith behind her, I knew I was in for a day."So it's simple," Meredith began as we hastily walked down a long corridor. "We brew a scent-concealing potion, you go to Manhattan using the apparat--""Manhattan?" I asked, my breaths shortening to a pant. Increasing my stride to keep up with her, I rushed out, "But he's in Chicago, isn't he? At Gornagon.""Our intels at the castle have informed us he has gone on a short trip to Manhattan."My brows furrowed. "Why?"Meredith made to speak but was cut off by Sybil snapping, "Can you stop asking pointless questions? The king's reason for going to Manhattan does not matter; what does is that he's there, with few protection, and that we've got to send you off to him before he leaves for Chicago tomorrow."We'd gotten to a huge oak door. Meredith worked a key in. "If it helps any, he went to Manhattan to pay a visit to one of the vampire lords, Igor.""
Hi, guys. So this is a wrap up on all the potential spinoffs!♥ Please comment below on which one you liked better and would like to read. . Annnddd, about the ending of The lycan king, here it goes: in chapter 64, Cordelia asks Willow, "Do you think evil truly ever goes away? Ever dies?" To which Willow says, "I don't know." Cordelia's reply after that is, "No, it lives on in our memories." There you have it. Dmitri only 'lives' in Willow's memories. Literally. He only exists there because as a downside to Willow's powers, she forms a connection with anyone whose memories she's ever looked into. Only when she's strong enough and has total control over her powers can she break it. So much for my cliffhanger. So, guys, thank you all so much for reading! It means a lot. And if you enjoyed it please, please, pleassee with a drop of hot lava and some basalts: leave a honest review and star rating in the main page. See you in the next book!
Chapter 1.[Dedicated to Sonic Tails, Anita.E and ♥Evihan♥] _ (CORINNE) It's been three hundred and seventy days, eight thousand eight hundred and eighty hours, and an infinite amount of seconds since my roommate disappeared. Which meant it was three hundred and seventy days since I knew I could even count. And that much amount of days since anyone around here paid me any attention. They were too busy sulking over Hellene's disappearance, and my birthday was f*cking tomorrow. Going down the stairs, the satisfying click of my red bottoms reached my ears, along with the quiet, dread-filled whispering slinking around the coven. Goddess. The witches acted as if someone had died! Well, I was going to if everyone kept ignoring me. I ventured into the gold hall, which was easily the most beautiful room in our New Orleans coven. I liked to think ours was the best coven among the ten that existed throughout the faction. I came across the ground floor and paused. It was teeming with
Chapter 1.(HELLENE)_"Please?" "No.""Pretty pleasee?""No.""Pretty please with a drop of hot lava and some basalts?"I budged. "I'll think about it..."Corinne, my roommate and a witch in the same coven as me, squealed and hurried out of the sunny room in a flurry of designer clothes and expensive heels.Maren, another one of my caste-witches, came in at that moment, chuckling quietly. "You shouldn't always give in to Corinne's demands, you know?""Her ceaseless begging would make a coven eunuch beg for quiet.""Eunuchs are deaf.""Exactly my point."She chuckled again, walking into the mostly empty room. "Still, Hell, don't. Corinne's like a parasite. Once she sees you're a perfect enough host, she strikes. With Willow gone, you're the youngest in the coven now and she's exploiting that fact perfectly." She finished with a smile, "But not under my watch."I pushed a stack of empty cartons over to my bed. Taking one out, I began to cram in my numerous books.She scoffed. "You're
A/N Hi, guys! So I'm having a massive writer's block (okay, it's not writer's block as much as it's an overflow of ideas). I don't know whose book to continue as a spinoff. I have so many story ideas based off each character. (and no, my loves, I won't "just write all of them" because there are so many other book projects I have going on). So here's what I'm going to do. Everyday I'll post a chapter from each potential spinoff and I'll leave it to you to decide which one you think I should continue. Annnndd, about the ending of The Lycan King, if you read through these chapters, it will be explained. Contrary to what you believe, it does have an ending. And the clue to finding out whether or not Dimitri's 'real'--and if Willow and Lan would have their happily ever after (finally)--is at least ten chapters back. But I'll relieve you of the detective hat and explain it all in the final chapter. So read on! Alright, so the first potential book spinoff is Aradia's (One of the witche
[A YEAR LATER] __ I woke up with a smile on my face. The space beside me was empty but warm, and I rolled over to inhale Lan's delicious scent. I supposed he was downstairs making sure everything was set for tomorrow. I should join him. Exhaling, I got off the bed and started towards the bathroom, yawning as I went. Water bursted out of the shower, rousing me up completely. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I looked around. The massive, marbled space never ceased to amaze me. In fact, every part of the luxurious house never did. Lan and I had bought a mansion at a secluded part of Chicago. A place that was near Gornagon though. And it was magnificent. Washing my hair with shampoo, I exhaled in content. Everything was magnificent. I was at final year of fashion school and already, in my repertoire: were a few collaborations I'd done with reputable fashion houses. I was expecting, too. Lan and I were yet to check the gender of the baby, but we'd set a date to next week, and despite th
WILLOW__[A Week Later]Just as I closed the book on my desk, the door opened. Turning, I saw Meredith at the entrance. Her grey eyes regarded me softly and when she fully came in, I saw she held a tray in her hands.Drawing closer, she dropped the tray on my desk. The smell of pancakes filled my nose.Meredith ordered gently, "Have something to eat."Shaking my head, I pushed my chair away from the desk, rising. "I'm not hungry," I mumbled.When I started to turn away, she grabbed my hand. Her eyes turned serious. "What good would it do to Lan if he returns and sees you're determined to starve yourself to death?"Bloody feet dragging against hard concrete flashed across my mind, quickly followed by the sight of Lan's twisting form before he was beheaded. My throat tightened. "He's not coming back," I said, diverting my gaze from hers.Dropping my hand, she stepped back. Her eyes flashed. "And what if he isn't? Are you just going to abandon your responsibilities? You have a kingdom t
The rain threatening to fall had let up, and the sky had been cleared of every dark cloud by the time I went back to the battle field.Stopping above a hill, I took a moment to look at the crowd below. The witches and lycans that'd been under the influence of the elixir were now restored back to normal, their faces bright with tears, relief and happiness. The emotion that was most palpable was sorrow, for the people lost. My stomach knotted. I didn't think I would ever have it in me to feel happy again.Meredith was the first to notice me. Her face brightened. "Willow!" she yelled.Heads swerved around and soon a cheer rose up in the crowd, prompting me to come down the hill and walk over to the wide field. While I neared, Meredith noticed the bleak look in my eyes. Perhaps the rest did too because gradually, they quietened.Meredith drew closer to me, the rest of my caste witches in tow. Sybil stepped forward, a tentative smile on her face. For the first time since I've known her,
His boots clicked against the tiles as he slowly approached me. Chills slithered down my spine with each step he took and I found myself backing away.His low voice filled the room. "A little diviner prophesied about you two centuries ago. She said... you would destroy me. You." A little smile cracked his hard face, then it disappeared. "Do you know what I did to her?"He continued to prowl towards me and when my back touched the wall, I got spurred into action. A white energyball exploded out of my palms, heading straight for him.Hands at his back, he inclined away from the assault fluidly, never seizing in his stride towards me. "I had her killed," he continued as if I had not just attacked him. "There was tension between your kind and the lycans, so I decided to fuel it. What better way to do that than to strike where it hurts the most?"The image of Lan's mother flashed across my mind, bare of all her limbs, and I hurled another ball at him, shrieking, "You, animal!" He merely
WILLOW__The faces around me were cold, set.It was time. The atmosphere had darkened considerably, thunder rumbling off at a distance. The cave was filled with countless lycans and some had shifted, standing over nine feet tall with a build as wide and large as the tanks displaced outside. Witches around spent the last few minutes practicing their spells, their armour plates glinting against the residue of fiery hues from the cauldrons.Vials were passed around and when Tristan sounded the order, they turned it over their mouths. All around me, warriors, both witches and lycans, started to slowly disintegrate. The ever present dark feeling in my stomach intensified, rising to spread around my chest.Meridith shouldered her way through the diminishing crowd, advancing towards me. When she stood before me, she held my arm and brought her face closer to mine, saying in hushed tones, "Try to stay clear of the fight. I know for one king Dmitri's not going to be on the battle field, he'