Bon Bon X Lyra Novels & Stories

she explained. Kira was summoned from her room in the pyramid, she appeared in a swirling cloud of dark smoke. "Ah, the relic! Well done!" she smiled, taking the pouch. Kira's eyes sparkled as she examined the relic. "This will amplify Syla's powers exponentially." Rryan's gaze never left Lyra. "Your services are invaluable. You've proven yourself a loyal ally." Lyra bowed. "My debt to you, King Rryan, is slowly repaid."

“I’m Neris, by the way.” Neris. The younger sister. Behind her, the elder moved with far less eagerness. Tall and poised, her hair as dark as Dylan’s, her eyes cool as frost. She didn’t rush, didn’t smile. She stopped a few paces away, studying me with an unreadable expression. “I am Lyra,” she said simply. Her voice was calm, but not warm. Not unkind, either. Simply… distant. Where Neris brimmed with curiosity, Lyra carried restraint. Together, they were opposites.

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

I had willingly walked out of a gilded cage, and in doing so, I had found a boundless, living forest. I had surrendered a love that was always conditional, a transaction based on bloodlines and usefulness, and in its place, I had been given a bond that was as deep, as strong, and as enduring as the ancient roots beneath our feet. I was Lyra of the Blood-Claw Pack. Daughter of Borin and Anya. Sister to Kaelen. I was home. The past was a closed book. The future was an unwritten page. And for the first time, the story was finally, completely, my own to write.

The sight of Max's transformation was both beautiful and terrifying, and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. As she sat there watching in stunned silence, unable to stand, scream or run. Max turned his fierce gaze towards the Lycan. The two beasts circled each other, growling and snarling, without Max stepping far from Lily. Each of them was waiting for the other to make a move. Lily watched, transfixed, as Max's muscles rippled under his fur and his sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight. It felt like a nightmare, it couldn’t be real, could it?

But now, in her second life, knowing what she knew now about Bianca’s treachery, she was glad she couldn’t. Instead of responding to Cassidy’s apology, Lyra stepped forward and asked, “What’s in your left pocket?” Cassidy jerked her head up, offended. “What?” “Your left pocket,” Lyra said, gesturing. “Show me.” Cassidy looked to Kael, who, to Lyra’s surprise, simply shrugged. “Now I’m curious,” he admitted. Finally, she huffed and pulled a small, black stone out of her pocket. It was smooth and perfectly round, like the kind of stone one could find walking along the beach. Lyra only got a glimpse of it before Cassidy slipped it back inside.

~Lyra's POV~ “Hmmmmmmph Xavier... Fuck me already.” The words slipped from my lips in a breathless plea, my body still trembling from the intense climax. The bond between us burned hotter than ever, our wolves pressing close to the surface, their howls echoing in my mind as they urged full connection. Xavier’s eyes met mine, dark with primal desire and deep love, the bond pulsing with shared need that made every heartbeat feel synchronized.

“We train with trust.” Lyra nodded slowly. “I see that.” At the river, pups splashed in the shallows, shrieking with laughter. One of them ran up to Lyra, dripping wet. “Are you Kaelan’s mate?” Lyra smiled. “I am.” The pup shrugged. “You smell like him.” Lyra’s face burned. “We’re… bonded.” “Oh,” the pup said, as if that explained everything. “Do you want to play?” Lyra blinked. “Play?”

he yelled, horrified. “Goodbye, Brother.” Aikiz shot Ruth. Gasping for air, she looked at her brother’s corpse. She almost broke down in tears, but she had no time for that. Tonight, the moon chose Aikiz to be the new Luna. Her smell changed. In some hours, all the Alphas in the city will discover that she is the queen that can make them eligible to become Lycan. In some hours, all the Alphas will fight to death to print her and claim her womb, whether she accepts it or not. So she has only some hours left to flee.

“Don’t blame me.” Lyra stared at the heart. Someone—Luna, presumably—had colored it entirely gold. Her chest squeezed. “Looks anatomically questionable,” she muttered because deflection was a cherished coping mechanism. “It’s pretty,” Luna said. “Pretty is more ’portant than anato—” She frowned. “Antenna—” “Anatomy,” Lyra supplied. “’Xactly,” Luna said, satisfied. Before Lyra could argue with this toddler manifesto of aesthetics over science, the bond fluttered.