Byleth X Lysithea Novels & Stories

gently. 'Not the child, witch! I warn you.' Shoosshh! This time Galindra was the one who threw energy, yet Esper could have blocked it either. BHAGG! The movements of their hands were swift and delicate, as well as the exchange of energy blasts. 'How stupid are you to think that a mere made-up prophecy can stop me,' Esper said. 'Whatever you are planning, stop it now. You are just starting another bloody war here in Yrthos. Many might lose their lives again. The realms

Both Aeron and I let out a low possessive growl and Rosalie shuts her eyes, holding her breath, waiting for the news she fears. Axel moves the scanner thing over her belly. She gasps from the feel of it, and we all stare at where he points. “Is that..?” She whispers it. “Our pups.” Aeron says taking her hand. It’s there. Visible. Two of them. She’s not showing yet but inside our pups are already forming into something tangible. “They look healthy to me.” Axel says. “It’s likely they gave you wolfsbane if you were sick, but these are Lycan pups. It’d take a lot more than that for you to miscarry.”

In return, I’d give his daughter my name, a seat in my house, and protection she’d never have to question. The Alpha leaned back in thought. "Done," he said finally, then gestured to a young woman behind the drape. "Lysa." She stepped out—and I gazed at her for the first time. Lysa Nightbloom. Elegant, tall, and poised like noble Alphas were taught to be. Her hair was silver as moonlight, her eyes pale violet—alert, cunning. There was no shyness in her. She knew what this was.

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.

This was Callister the interrogator, not Callister the irreverent captain. "State your full name," he said. "Lydia Silver," she answered quietly. "And your relationship to the Alpha?" "I was—" she paused, correcting herself. "I am no one to him. I was the sister of his first mate, Elena." "You conspired with Lysander Thorne to curse Alpha Kael," Callister said. It wasn't a question. "Confirm or deny." "I confirm it," Lydia said, her voice steady. "I helped Lysander create the curse that causes Kael to transform and lose control during the full moon."

“How dare you lay a hand on my daughter.” Bayle’s head snapped toward her, rage burning in his gaze. “You,” he snarled, feral and unhinged. Rylan stepped forward, his voice a cold, lethal threat. “Get away from her.” Bayle shoved Lily aside, a smirk curling his lips as he sauntered toward them. “So, you made it here. Is your Alpha already dead, or did you manage to save him?” His grin sharpened. “Either way, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

The box snapped open. Inside, resting on the silk, were the black berries I had noticed earlier. They were small, shriveled, and dry. I immediately recognized them. Aethusa. A powerful, common herb for blood thinning, used in large doses by Lycans to help the blood pass silver particles through the body. It wasn't a cure. It was a management drug, a poison stabilizer. So, Demetrius wasn't taking suppressants; he was taking an antidote to a slow poison.

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

Leticia sniffs from her spot in Bronx’s lap. “What?” I stop and look at her. Why would she also need to take the elixir? “Leticia?!” Klay runs into the room but stops short when he sees Bronx holding his mate. “Alpha… what’s going on?” “Klay?” Leticia looks up with a gasp. Her eyes brighten, and she jumps off the bed, throwing herself at him. She forgets about the sheet, not caring that she’s naked. “I thought you left me!”

Kiro said while walking beside me. I scoff. No one knows I’ve been eyeing her for days. I know Kiro is the only one I can trust. If she was not the one who sent that gift then who else could it be? Why doesn't she just admit that she’s Vishiea and stop pretending to be Anastasia Cullen. I never heard that a lone lycan had a daughter. It's the first time I met her and I was expecting that she actually looked like Vishiea, my mate.