Danmachi Lyra Novels & Stories

Lucas got up as well, helping me to my feet. “The Alpha, the Lycan King, the Conqueror and Supreme Ruler of the Lycanthrope is approaching!” a lycan yelled for somewhere out of sight. The entire atmosphere was electrifying and goosebumps grew on my flesh. A colourful entourage preceded their leader, female and male dancers alike. At the end of the parade was the Lycan King flanked by three warriors: one on each side of him and one in front of him. His slave was stark naked and collared with a tight, rough rope which was occasionally tugged by the brute that was her owner. “Look away, Miatta,” Lucas whispered from the corner of his lips. “It’s easier that way.”

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

She ran her hand across his chest and he flinched away, a growl escaping his lips. "Enough Lyra." "You must be the famous Dani. I am Lyra Harding of the Bear Moon Pack." She smiled sweetly, looking at Dani with enormous blue eyes through her long dark lashes. "Lyra." Dani said her name in the exact tone that she usually reserved for Luca's title and Luca laughed, meeting his little mates eyes.

Since she hadn’t been listening to Slate when he was talking to the other dragon, she didn’t know for sure what was about to happen, until she utilized her mind’s eye and realized she was meant to attack this gigantic warrior. Nya took a deep breath and thought about what would be most effective. In her mind, the first move she tried ended up with her arm being snapped in two, so she thought about something else, and once she was certain she had a plan of attack that would at least get her through the first round unscathed, she launched herself at the man.

She didn't bother that a complete stranger was seeing her naked, it was almost like she enjoyed it. She didn't rush for her clothes. She stretched slowly herself first, almost lazily, before reaching for the garments draped over Damien’s chair. Damein shared a brief look with Serene, giving him eyes like who the hell is this is my dorm. “Oh? Pardon me. This is Lyra. She's the niece of this Academy’s owner,” Damien continued. “She’s undergoing Luna training, under very special clearance.” Lyra slipped into her underclothes first. Then she fitted black trousers and then her blouse.

She was already angry as it is, yet he was making it worse by ignoring her. Damian didn't answer. He just kept rubbing her lower abdomen absentmindedly. Lyra brows furrowed, rage pulsing through her veins. Without being told she knows who he is thinking about. She slammed her leg on his stomach. "What the hell are you thinking about?" She yelled. The impact made Damian jolt back to reality. "Huh?" He looked up at her, eyes wide in confusion. "What happened, Lyra?" His voice was slightly cold as he wondered why she hit him in that manner.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Shouldn’t he have some immunity? She wasn’t sure what to make of the events unfolding before her. She had never used her aura before. She wasn’t expecting it to do this. To be that powerful. She was scared to keep the command up any longer. She slowly pulled her aura back allowing everyone to get to their feet. The moment Alpha Mitchell stood up Arya’s attention snapped to him. She noticed he was beat red. His jaw was clenched, and his fists were balled. He looked like he was ready to kill her.

“Lyra” a deep baritone voice resonated in the room pulling Lyra out of her reverie. His dominance and intimidating aura was palpable. She closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself. It seemed as though a hard task, as she could not stop herself from perceiving his intoxicating scent. She turned to her Dad, opening her eyes. “I'm guessing, he is Callum” she muttered trying to ignore his effect on her. “Alpha Callum” her Dad corrected bowing his neck in reverence to Callum.

"Then have at me!" With a fierce battle cry, Lyra unleashed her newfound powers. Arcs of electricity shot forth from her hands, striking the advancing figures of Arthur's minions. They recoiled in pain, their bodies convulsing under the force of Lyra's wrath. "Impossible," Arthur whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief. "How did you...?" "Does it truly matter?" Lyra replied, her voice tinged with bitterness. "You wanted a fight, and now you have one." As the battle raged on, Lyra deftly navigated the chaos. Her movements were fluid and precise, like those of a seasoned warrior. She summoned blasts of wind to buffet her enemies, creating an impenetrable barrier between herself and their rel