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.

The potion takes only but minutes to work, I know this from experience. "So Lucas, what else has your Alpha been hiding from our population?" I ask. The potion still seeping in his blood gives him the opportunity to try and fight it but he's unsuccessful. The truth spilling from his very guts. "No... christ... forgive me, Theo? Leo and Tabitha aren't dead, in fact they live with us with their newborn. My siblings are godlings sent down to aid us in fighting you. Lilith is the goddesses own child with Theseus and is pregnant with two more godlings. Theseus has been living with us for months now... Alpha Dane is aiding us with his warriors... fuck!" He throws his head back in exasperation as h

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."

However, my stomach twists when my eyes shift my attention to the person I now see standing beside him. Lycena Bale. My heart drops. Lycena has always bullied me and made it clear that I was beneath her. She is the daughter of Gamma Bale. Her bloodline is prestigious. Pure. Mine… is not. Nevertheless, I keep moving. Lycena is standing there beside him, looking like the evil beauty she is made of; Snarky pink mouth. Vicious green eyes. Long raven black hair cascading over one bare shoulder. Her killer body is dressed up in a tight fitted white gown that looks so much like a wedding dress.

He raises a brow and my cheek heats up. His body shields mine from the rain and I can feel the heat within me disintegrating. “No! Bjor!" A cry from our left reminds me of what could have happened if Asger hadn't appeared. The rogue who I now know as drakarys hovers above the bald rogue. I can't see his expression, but his shoulders are shaking. Bjorn slowly lifts his hand as if to touch drakarys but it falls mid air and his body goes limp. Drakarys roars!

Beside it—a page from an old prophecy: “The Fire-Blood Heir shall awaken the Second War.” Queen Blythe (to herself): “Ceres was never supposed to know. Xavier was never supposed to be born…” She reached in and pulled out a second object—a child’s leather bracelet, charred at the edges. Her hand trembled as she traced the initials sewn in gold: “X.L.” A door creaked behind her. She didn’t turn. Elder Moses: “You knew this day would come.” Queen Blythe: “And you let me believe I could outrun it.”

“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.”