Byleth X Lysithea Novels & Stories

They all had a look of understanding on their faces that I couldn’t grasp. “What is it?” I asked, using the link, since I wasn’t sure if we were being quiet anymore or not. “When a Lycan is being burned, they secrete a strong sulfur scent. There is a Lycan here, but I don’t think they are here on their own. We were going to rush in but realized that if they could capture one of our kind, then it is likely that this situation is a lot more dangerous than we thought.” Kierian responded telepathically, which confirmed we were still trying to keep a low profile.

Rise Of The Bullied Lycan . Chapter 17: suspicion arising . It was night time, that much he knew. He hadn’t slept much, being too restless for a good night’s sleep. He could feel the tug and pull of Raze’s limbs, not knowing exactly what he was doing despite the movement. His Lycan was moving quick, stealthy, the pouring raining covering the majority of his sounds.

Lystrielle extended her hand. Dozens of thorny tendrils burst from the floor, hissing like snakes, aiming to tangle Kaelith’s legs. Kaelith leapt high—too high. Wind circled her body, carrying her above the battlefield. With a twist of her wrist, the whip burst into fire entirely. She spun and hurled it downward like a lasso of molten light. Lystrielle countered by slamming both palms into the ground. The arena bloomed—yes, bloomed—with a wall of enchanted vines covered in glowing black roses. When Kaelith’s fire whip struck the roses, they exploded in a burst of purple mist.

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

Halfway through the journey, Lilias’s voice echoed in my mind link. ‘Zela, we have a problem.’ ‘What is it?’ I replied calm despite the slight panic in hers. ‘The potion I gave you, it won’t work on Lycans. I completely forgot to switch it for the stronger one before the party!’ I sighed, closing my eyes briefly. ‘Lilias, it’s fine. The Lycans don’t even rely on the Moon Goddess for mates. They’re probably too busy choosing their partners based on alliances or… I don’t know, their bank accounts.’

He only touches me when I’m in heat and the bond drives him mad; when his need for me outweighs his disgust. “You are not the only one with divine blood,” Bryce continues. “This time, the high priestess will bless a union between me and Leila. She will understand the necessity. She will see reason.” A laugh slips out, brittle and humorless. Then a sharp cramp grips my abdomen and steals my breath. I brace myself against the dresser as warmth spreads low in my belly, a familiar sign that the process has begun. Bryce sniffs the air, then grimaces. A flicker of unhidden disgust crosses his face. “I’ll leave you to it,” he says. “Goddess willing, I’ll never be forced to touch you again.”

The wolves part without realizing it, bodies shifting aside as though something ancient is forcing them to make room. Rhaegon turns fully now, silver eyes burning, nostrils flaring as my scent hits him. His pupils blow wide, his wolf surging so violently I stagger under the force of it. “Gods,” he breathes, not quite a word, not quite a growl. Lysentha is at his side, draped in ceremonial white, her posture stiffening as she notices his reaction. Her fingers curl possessively around his arm. “Alpha?” she says, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Who is, ”

“Amaryllis Thorpe Greystone.” He kisses his way down my spine until his mouth finds my marking spot. “Amaryllis Alexis Thorpe Greystone,” he smiles against my skin. “I claim you as my mate. Do you accept me?” “Yes,” I groan, “Calyx Lysander Moon. You are mine and I…ah… His teeth pierce my flesh and my body arches with so much force that I almost pass out from the rush of endless pleasure rocking my body in vicious waves of pure joy. It feels so amazing, so perfect.