Are Lynx Dangerous Novels & Stories

Putting himself in danger meant putting me in danger because I will give my life for him but I don't think he had ever considered that. The smell of smoke filled the air and I felt like laughing. These rogues were clearly amateurs if they thought flooding the sight of Lycans with a vast amount of smoke would hinder their sight. If anything at all it only ignited the desire to see clearer, forcing our sharper and clearer eyes to zoom in our surroundings. The unknowingly were helping us spot them hiding on trees in their human forms or in different stations of the bushes in their wolf forms.

His eyes are so wide with terror. The Lycan King growls again, and presses his forearm even harder against Ragnar's throat. I can't see his face, but I'm sure that it must be the scariest thing Ragnar has ever seen. His powerful, shirtless back is stiff, ready to spring free at the slightest provocation. I lower my gaze, and see that his other arm is darker, as though dusted down with charcoal. His fingers are the darkest, and at the tips, vicious claws stand ready.

Of course he would spend that much on me when he was practically a billionaire. “Oh…” I whispered, suddenly cowering in fear as I thought of what the hell I had gotten into. I was quiet for the entire ride, hoping that Ace Lantslov didn't decide that he wanted to stop and rip me apart in shreds halfway. I was so terrified because I had never been this close to a lycan without protection. Lycans were dangerous, and they hurt werewolves a lot. Especially the darn bikers from the biggest biker gang in the world, which was unfortunately owned by the lycans.

When I hid from Xander, I often ended my nights here before going to bed. Lynn’s eyes sparkled, and she watched the bugs fly close to the ground and tickle her face. “Thanks for this. I think I needed it.” “Any time.” It wasn’t much, but I was glad it cheered her up. A noise in the woods made all the fireflies land on flowers or tall grass. I twisted my head to see who was coming when I noticed a big Lycan staring our way. I felt Lynn stiffen but relax when she saw its presence didn’t bother me. As the beast came closer, I distinguished Jordan's thick reddish coat and black amber eyes. He was probably patrolling the sector and saw us.

I said walking ahead and the closer I got to Seff the more I felt my heart beat faster. I stilled when I saw him look in the direction of where Seff was hiding. By the expression on his face it looked as if he had spotted something. I was sure that he wouldn't be aware of Seff's presence by his smell since I had taken away his smell and layered a magic that would muffle the sound of his heartbeat but still I was worried. Lycans are known for their super senses. “Is there something bothering you Mr. Plyth?” I asked , hoping to distract his attention from Seff. I couldn't be sure why but just thinking that Seff might get caught was making it difficult for me to breathe.

"We'll keep the fight from you, so go get help." Ian nodded, shifted and ran off. Lynn and Vincent immediately shifted into their large, grey wolves with glowing golden eyes; towering over the Werewolves that were the size of an SUV. Then they ran, slamming into the Werewolves that lunged at them. Lynn grabbed one and bit into its neck, ripping the flesh out. The Werewolf let out a loud, pained howl, then slashed at Lynn who dodged. Vincent grabbed a hold of the two that headed toward Lynn ans ripped off their arms, landing a punch that went through their chest- completely destroying their hearts.

He had dozens of documents of various attacks of what was happening in different countries. "According to reports, most of the attacks that have occurred are from Lycans, but there are also wolves that have been involved in these unfortunate incidents. So each pack must make a decision regarding the Lycans they have, if they pose a danger it is best to execute them or lock them up. One person can't harm them all."

A sinking feeling of dread settled in the pit of John's stomach as he realised his grave mistake—he had been so consumed by the desire to escape the heartbreak of his mate and pack that he had failed to consider the dangers lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce. His lynx, sensing the threat, crouched low to the ground, its muscles tense and ready to strike. Just as it was about to charge, the lynx stopped sniffing the air in the wolf direction, its head cocked to the side in curiosity. Confusion clouded John's mind as he watched the interaction unfold before him. "Why are you doing this?" he asked his lynx with uncertainty.

“You think you own her?” “No,” Lyon says calmly. “But I protect what matters to me.” My breath catches. Ryan’s face twists with something between anger and humiliation. “You’re dangerous, Lyon. Violent. Obsessed. And she’s too scared to tell you to back off.” I open my mouth to speak, but Lyon steps forward slightly—not aggressively, but firmly. “You threatened her,” Lyon says. “Cornered her. Put your hands on her without permission. Don’t talk to me about danger.”

The only tree-free part is the dirt road we have through the border. We both freeze, hearing a gunshot again, and a shiver goes down my spine. I can only hope that no one of us received the bullet. "Be careful. They have silver bullets?" I tell Lynn. Her snout goes upwards, scenting for gunpowder, ears sharp. The forest is too dense. The fighting is too loud to sense anything that is not up close. Then she shakes her fur and focuses on me again, linking back. "Let’s finish this battle as quickly as possible, then," she nods at me.