Bonbon X Lyra Novels & Stories

He just ignored him and went back to where he was looking. Rave just felt that Leon walked towards him. Then a fire from a lighter appeared in front of him. He looked at Leon coldly and the man just raised his eyebrows at him. Rave's taller and more well built, he can tackle this annoying blonde guy with an annoying piercing but he knows better to not do that. Rave just put the cigarette in between his lips and leaned a little to light it. When he was done, Leon covered the lighter to put off the fire.

Lyra's eyes widen in understanding, while Xander looks between us, confusion warring with dawning suspicion on his face. "You don't know what you're talking about," I snarl, but my voice lacks conviction. How does he know? Who is he really? Before anyone can respond, a piercing whistle cuts through the air. A small, ornate box materializes at Lyra's feet. With trembling hands, she opens it, revealing a stunning necklace – a crescent moon cradling a pulsing blue stone. The moment Lyra touches it, power surges through the clearing. The very air seems to vibrate, and Lyra's eyes glow with an otherworldly light.

“So,” Borox walked up to Ryder atop his horse and took hold of the reins. “No detours anymore, I’m guessing?” Ryder glanced over at Lyra, who was being helped to mount her horse. She had agreed to the sacrifice and with that, he knew a part of him had died. He shook his head to respond to Borox. “No, no detours.”

Bond yawns lazily. Irk! Their conversation is super boring. I leave Bond and Damon conversing and follow the servants to a section where tons of luxury gowns are gorgeously displayed. I am about to pick one when my eyes catch a gorgeous girl sitting outside by a fountain. “Who is she?” I ask the maidens. “She is trouble, ma’am. Please avoid her,” one says. “Nonsense,” the chief maiden cuts in, “that’s Lyra, a mystical healer and a sage from the Nightwalker pack.”

Clearing his throat he stands. “Lyra, i didn't expect to see you here” He says glancing down at the female who is looking confused “Clearly Maddox" I say deliberately leaving out his title and glancing down at the female. “I must apologise, I am Lyra and you?” I say to the now frowning female “I am Una , Maddox’s future Luna'' She says with a smug smirk. I would be lying if I said it didn't stab me in the heart her claim on him, well until he spoke.

I liked her instantly. “Hi, my name is Alexia. I'm his boss, and I'm so sorry about this, but would you like to work with me?” She eyed me warily but steadily, and I liked her even more. “What's the job about?” “You'd become my personal assistant and my public relations officer. You'd get two cars, two penthouses, daily pay, vacations and other incentives. What do you think?” “My name is Raine. Nice to meet you, Luna Alexia. I'd be privileged to work with you.”

"We have a solution. There's an Omega who needs protection, and you need a Luna. We're proposing an arrangement." Another Elder speaks up. "Her name is Lyra. She's twenty-one. An orphan—lost her family in a rogue attack years ago. The same tragedy took her voice. She's been mute since childhood." Knox goes very still in my mind. 'Damaged goods. They're trying to foist off a broken wolf on us.' "And you're bringing her to me why?" I ask. "She needs an Alpha's protection. You need a Luna. So It's practical." Moira's smile is smooth as silk and twice as deceptive. "This also settles that political debt from five years ago. Consider it full compensation."

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You need to tell me if it is too much.” She swallowed yet answered in a soft tone. “I’m fine. But I need to tell you…” Lyra caught her breath. “I’m… a virgin.” Her voice was barely audible. Ronan was surprised but put a gentle kiss to her shoulder as a groan escaped. “Fuck, Lyra.” His voice was laced with lust. She was unsure if he was disappointed or happy. He nipped her neck, and she whimpered receiving the messaged loud and clear. Ronan spread her legs, Lyra gasped by the sudden movement. “I’ll be gentle.” He whispered in her ear. Lyra nodded, with a gentle smile.

The figure raises a hand, and every rogue stops. Then he speaks, his voice like splintered stone. “Give me the bloodline’s Luna.” My father steps in front of me. “Over my dead body.” “That can be arranged,” the figure says. Calm. Cold. “What do you want?” I shout. “You. The child of prophecy. The last seal.” I flinch. “I’m not anyone’s seal.” “You wear your mother’s blood,” he says. “But not her burden.” “What do you know about my mother?” I demand.

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.