Danmachi Lyra Novels & Stories

“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.

“Boys, you can relax for a while. The you go back on playing. Okay?” “Yes, hyung.” The boys chorused. Oh, they are really cuties! Then they turn to us. “Hello again, Iyah-noona! Hello, Ayla-noona! I’m Danny, the drummer and a cousin of JD-hyung. Nice to meet you.” Danny introduced himself to Ayla-unnie. “Hello, Danny. Nice to meet you.” unnie said. “And I like your necklace, very fashionable.” She commented. “Thank you, noona.” Danny said with a smile.

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

Madchen nearly cried as he stopped his play, leaving her in a desperate state of need. “Tell me, little mate,” his lips found her breast, and he took her in his mouth, licking and sucking her hardened peak. One hand stroked her thigh, teasing her mercilessly, to the point she could not take the teasing anymore, for the fire was building in her, ready to explode. “T,take me, Drago,” she said breathlessly, “Give me my release.” “Mmm,” he growled, “My dragon is pleased,” Drago grabbed both her legs, and raised her hips to give him better access. Without warning he plunged into her, balls deep.

"Everything will work out. We will be happy, and our pack will be strong." Amara nodded, still unsure. She knew that Darius was a manipulative man, but she loved him, and she trusted him. She hoped that he was right and that their plan would succeed. But deep down, she couldn't shake off the feeling that they were doing something wrong. Raquel's excitement knew no bounds as she danced around her room, imagining all the power and control she would have as the Lycan Queen. Her heart swelled with pride and arrogance as she pictured herself sitting on the throne, with her subjects bowing down to her. She twirled around and threw her arms up in the air, feeling as if she was already on top of the

“You’ve been charged with neglecting your mate, you’ve been charged with been away for too long, how do you plead?” A smile immediately formed on my lips and an unexplained warmth crept into my heart. Lyra. I turned to see her also smiling at me. She had pulled away her dagger and was sheathing it back. She looked precisely as she had the last time we parted, beautiful and sweet. The only change in her outlook was her braided hair which suited her perfectly. “You assault your own mate?” I asked with feigned incredulity. “You haven’t answered my question,” Lyra demanded making an annoyed face.

Each strike that felled one sent dark mist curling upward, but two more would rise from its ashes. Lyra fought at the front, her twin blades gleaming. Each swing cut through the corrupted flesh of her enemies, her strikes precise and fueled by the moon’s power burning inside her veins. The energy of the bond pulsed through her like wildfire, every heartbeat echoing Darius’s somewhere nearby. A creature lunged from the side — taller than the others, its claws like blackened glass. Lyra ducked beneath its swing, driving her blade upward through its chest. It shrieked, disintegrating into ash.

Her solar wings beat furiously, propelling her directly toward the Ashen Monarch's massive chest. “Your fire ends here!” Lyra yelled. She poured all of her royal bloodline and divine mana into her fists, and two blinding spheres of white-hot solar plasma formed. With a battle cry she drove both hands straight into the glowing red heart of the Monarch. BANG-BANG!!

He didn’t move. Camilla’s legs twitched where they dangled. Her mouth was opening and closing. Her eyes were rolling. “Damon!” I shouted louder, grabbing his arm now. “Let her go. I’m right here. It’s me. It’s Lyra. Your mate. Your kitten. Your girl. You don’t need to do this. She’s not worth it. I’m right here.” His whole body shuddered. Then his head snapped toward me, eyes pitch black, canines bared.

He began to smirk while examining how Dame’s buttons were mismatched. "Why don’t you go ahead and drive for Lyra?" said Derrick. "I will be much more at ease to know that he is with you." "That’s great; I will gladly do that." "And darling, I think it’s going to be helpful if you ask Rhian to come with you too." "Wait, what the fuck, Maste?" Dame immediately gasped. "I want to escape from that weird woman!" "It’s going to be fine, Dame." Lyra laughed at how Dame acted. He threw himself at the wall and slowly allowed himself to fall down. "It’s going to be fine, Dame," she said. "I bet it’s going to be fun!"