Bonbon X Lyra Novels & Stories

“There are rumors that the King has been seen with her several times. Taking her to gatherings. Allowing her to accompany him during certain public events. Some people believe she may become his Luna.” My eyes lifted sharply. “What?” He bowed his head immediately. “They're only rumors, Alpha.” I stared at him. Unable to contain the words he had just said, I stood from my chair and walked toward the window. Lorenzo was the Lycan King, he could choose anyone. There were countless powerful families who would gladly offer their daughters to him. Why Olivia? What did he see in her? And how the hell is that even possible that someone as big, useless, weak, and fragile like Olivia could be the Luna

“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.

Dayanara laughed as her hair fell to the side, revealing a perfect lycan mark. Lyle grinned, showing off teeth that were a combination of his and his beast. “And after the battle, as you can see, I gave her a mark of my own.” We all laughed. It felt good, the sound. Like a wound finally closing. Lyra chose that moment to wake, eyes bright and hungry. She squawked, then reached out a tiny fist, like she was daring the world to try anything. Lyle took her in his arms, cradling her with the care of someone who knew how easy it was to lose everything. “Hello, beautiful niece,” he said. “You’re the best thing this kingdom’s ever made.”

Before Aria could answer, a voice echoed through the ravine. “You’re too late.” Lyra Voss stepped from the shadows. She was exactly as Marek described—tall, silver-haired, eyes like frost. But there was something else. A shard embedded in her collarbone, pulsing in sync with the crate. “Impressive,” Lyra said, smiling coldly. “The healer and the beast. Together at last.” Aria stood, positioning herself between Lyra and the crate. “Give it up, Lyra. The shards are killing your people.”

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."

Renee cupped her cheeks softly, placing her thumb just underneath her eyes so she could wipe away the stray drops of tears. “But I don’t care about the gift!” Kimberly’s voice was raw, broken. “Mom, I’m begging you. Don’t let him take me away. I can’t do this!” Renee looked away, her face tight with unspoken sorrow. “We all have to make sacrifices, Kimberly. At that moment, Bomah entered, his face stern, his posture rigid. “It’s time.” “Father, I know you must refuse, please." Bomah shook his head, “He is our strongest ally against the rogue wolves and lycans. If we lose him, we lose everything. You must marry the alpha."

Cassian Lyra leads the other ladies up the gangplank, carrying a huge bundle. I scoop it out of her arms. “What’s all this?” I ask. “Silanya gave me some reading assignments,” she explains, clutching the jewelry box holding the Amulet of Light to her chest. “I have a lot of work to do, studying to be a good Luna.” “You’re already a perfect Luna,” I tell her, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’m not, but I appreciate your support.” She looks over her shoulder at the other ladies. “I need to get my mother situated in her stateroom.”

Lisa watched, utterly fascinated, a connoisseur appreciating fine wine. The blue light swirling. Lyra’s struggles weakened, her vibrant green eyes dimming, fading to a dull, lifeless grey. Her body slumped, utterly still, as the last wisp of sapphire essence vanished. The whine died. Silence, thick and suffocating. Lisa carefully picked up the dark blue crystal, palm-sized crystal, radiating a deep, mesmerizing blue light—the concentrated essence of Lyra’s life, her spirit, her laughter. Lisa held it up to the light, turning it this way and that, her face alight with covetous delight.

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 First Luna's blessing. The original gift. We need to ask a hard question. Are you going to maintain it forever?” Lyra looked at her hands. At the silver light still pulsing behind her skin. Through the bond I could sense her confusion. The temptation. The fear. "I don't know," she admitted. Her voice was small. “Just Lyra now. Not the layered divine tones. I feel like part of me wants to return it. To be normal again. To not have this relentless burning.”