Bon Bon X Lyra Novels & Stories

She saved my fucking life. None of this was chance. How could I have missed it? How could I have been so bloody blind? Ly’s not just powerful… She's not just a lycan. She’s a damn weapon. My gaze drops to the silver bands around her wrists, and a sound answers me. A tiny crack. And another. A thin fracture races across one of the bangles. Then another splinters through the engraved runes. “No way,” Lyra seems to finally find her voice. The silver groans. Hairline fractures spread faster now, branching like lightning across both restraints. The ancient runes begin to distort.

Mirabel said and Stella nodded as she swallowed in fear. “Come on let’s move on, we don't have much time on our side,” Mirabel added as she helped Stella hold onto her brother and they kept on moving while Lucky kept on groaning in pain from the injury he got on his stomach during the attack. Little by little, they moved on and on even when it turned completely dark and there was no way to see but lucky for them, they could see in the dark because they were lycans so it wasn't so hard to transport themselves to whatever shelter they found first.

Then as the pain increases Farris lets out a very loud, very painful, and grief-stricken, “HHHOOOWWWLLL!!” -------------------- **Meanwhile** As soon as his phone went off with the activation of Yasmine’s tracker Charles checked his weapons, yes he was a Lycan now and enjoyed all the benefits that come with that but old habits die hard especially since it has only been a short time since his change. The ammo in the gun at his hip, along with the sniper rifle over his shoulder, was filled with Hunterbane, knowing that it won’t kill those he shoots unless he shoots them in the head.

Xyla added. Hearing that, Lynette excitedly ran up to her brother. “Woah! Congratulations, Leon!” He grinned. “Thank you.” “Leon, aren’t you supposed to buy me a gift or something since you’re making money now?” she asked. “What do you have in mind?” Her smile gradually widened. “Hmm, let me think. I’d like YSL’s new lipstick set. How about that?” Xyla shook her head helplessly when she heard this. Her daughter was just like her in many ways.

“Watch what?” “One man's poison becoming another man's treasure.” I stared at him. “The woman you once considered useless may now be valuable enough for the Lycan King to place beside himself.” I stood again. “Is this what you called me here to say?” “No.” Adrian's amusement disappeared. “This is.” I slowly sat back down. “Have you ever thought?” He folded his hands together. “If Lorenzo makes Olivia his mate or Luna, Redwood will become part of the conversation.”

“Aside from my assistant, you're the only person I know that engages me and takes back. If I'm going to be taking a Luna, however temporary, I need someone who's smart and can contribute to my home… even if it means going against me sometimes.” My throat went dry at his speech as it eradicated any negative thoughts that night be residing at the back of my mind. “So…do we have a deal?” He asked again, his eyes sharp. This time, I didn't hesitate to answer. “Yes. Yes, I will be your Luna.” A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

I can’t change it. Braxton watches as Father drinks. His fingers twitch. A tiny vial glints in his empty palm. “Silver dust. Wolfsbane. Poison.” Those are the things your uncle mixed into your father’s tea.” Nyx revealed. “Fuck!”, I screamed as father chokes. His eyes bulge. He claws at his throat, his skin graying. Moonlight spilled through a cracked window as my father, Lycan Roman, slumped at his oak desk, the glass teacup trembled in his hand before it later fell and shattered on the ground as my father fought for his life.

Chapter 34 Lucien sat on a plush leather cushion, the silence in his room stretching thin around him, as he lifted his glass, eyes sharp and unreadable. He took a long drag of the 'Obsidian Whiskey.' A dark smoky liquid, distilled exclusively for Lycans, with a bite strong enough to numb emotions. Just what he needed--except it wasn't working. He couldn't help but think of the tears. He'd caught them in her eyes before she dashed out.

The traditional bite that marks permanent bonding is intensely intimate, arousing in ways that make this public display challenging. I take Lyra's face in my hands first, tilting her head to expose the graceful line of her neck. The scent of her skin makes my canines extend automatically, lycan instincts responding to the promise of claiming. I press my lips to her throat first, a gentle kiss that makes her shiver, before allowing my teeth to pierce the skin just above her collarbone.