Byleth X Lysithea Novels & Stories

--- The Blood That Remembers Greta laid out three bowls: Moon water Salt Bloodroot ash The air thickened. “Your birthright isn’t just power,” Greta said to Lillieth. “It’s memory. The ember your mother hid carries history.” Lillieth’s breath tightened. “Show me.” Greta nodded. “Give me your hands.” Draven stiffened. “If she gets hurt—” “She won’t,” Greta snapped. “But she has to see.” Lillieth placed her hands palms up over the bowls.

"Yes. Your kind. You are not a hybrid like Oswald. Yes, your mother is a witch and your father is an Alpha wolf, but you're not a normal wolf. You are a Lycan, the strongest of the werewolf species," If Seth didn't know better, he would have said she was baffling but the enthusiasm and genuineness in her voice told him she was telling the truth but instead of it coming as an alarm to him, he was way cooler than anticipated and that was what most people disdained about him. They foresee a reaction, they expect emotions, facial expressions, anything that would give away what he was feeling but he was blank as a sheet and truce as the sea. "He doesn't seem astounded with the knowledge, Xenia. A

He bowed, then opened the door and walked out. "And if they do mate?" I asked him again as soon as he sat down, not bothering to mask how I was feeling. "Well, a Lycan's bite is lethal. Lycanthropy refers to madness. So she or he will go mad and die. Why are you asking all these questions?" "No reason; I just got curious. I may need to experiment on new ways to kill people who used to get on my nerves when I worked at the hospital." He snorted, "You may get punished though, but first, both of you need to get mated first for you to be able to kill anyone," he whispered suggestively.

I turned away angrily, not ready to listen to the bullshit she was spewing. She rushed after me, grabbing my hand and stopping me from moving, saying, “I'm doing it for you, Kalan! I have good intentions just for you! It might not seem right, but everything is all for your benefit! Your bride won't be able to give you an heir that you would need, Kalan. A werewolf can’t successfully birth a Lycan. It's not possible, baby. Let me just do this for you, for old times’ sake. I won't even ruin your relationship with her, I won't even live in the same house as you both! Just let me mother your heir...that's all I ask of you,” It was official. Lyssa had gone crazy.

Lysithea leaned closer to Ayla, whispering words in a dialect I didn’t recognize. Ayla’s body moved bit in response — a flicker of golden-white beneath her skin like moonlight trapped in flesh. “She’s the bridge,” Lysithea whispered. “A prophecy made flesh.” My mouth went dry. “She’s one part fury, one part fate. Marked by the witches, bound by wolves, and hunted by darkness. And the thing inside her? It’s waking. It’s been waiting. That collapse in the forest… wasn’t from weakness. It was a memory trying to break free.”

Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona Lesa: She/Her: Full of love and always protected by the communities around her, Lesa isn't prepared for the betrayal to come to her. Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received

Alexander replied. Leila is a Lycan. She is a rare White Lycan born with the blessings of the moon goddess. White Lycans are rare. There are only 2 white Lycans recorded so far in Lycan history. All the Lycans cherish white Lycans and treat them with respect.

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

Byleth looked a little too intoxicated. I thought I saw something close to anticipation in her eyes as she guided my hand to her breast. I felt her soft, warm fullness against my palm. She shuddered, and her cheeks turned red. "T-This feels wrong, Byleth!" "How could it be? As long as it lures them out, it isn't." She spoke calmly and softly, almost like a quiet mewl. "Are you sure they are still here?" I asked.

Beth smiled and moaned at Linda and her own depravity and taboo desires actually made all of the details more exciting. Beth tightened her grip on the headboard as her orgasm neared. The older woman was so turned on and horny that she was practically shaking already. The blonde mother was practically abusing her large breasts and nipples in her haze of ecstasy. She had always loved adding a bit of pain to her lesbian pleasure, a love that Linda had enthusiastically provided her. Beth had no doubt that her daughter was at this very moment enjoying Linda's penchant and love of lesbian domination.